"Poor Helen!" he exclaimed aloud.

Her telegram had a ring, even in the barren four sentences.

He wondered how much they had liked each other.

Perhaps she would wish to come at once.

When those fellows came out of the room he would send her a word by telegraph.
When they came out--ah! he did not want them to come out; he was afraid.
They were an eternity--why didn't they come?
No; he hoped they would not come, just now.