"There are letters for Mr.Meredith at the office.

Maurice's head clerk will give them to you." She knew that these letters were from Millicent.

She had actually had them in her hand.

She had inhaled the faint, refined scent of the paper and envelopes.
"You will be careful that they are not lost, won't you ?" she said, tearing at her own heart with a strange love of the pain.

"They may be important." "Oh, I will deliver them sharp enough," he answered.