And then with feet that felt strangely light, considering her fatigue, she ran softly down again to Mrs.Lorimer's room.
In the dressing-room adjoining, she opened and read her letters.

One of them--the one with the Australian stamp, characteristically brief but kind--was to tell her that the writer, a friend of some standing, was coming to England, and hoped to see her again ere long.
The other, bearing the sinister Evesham crest, lay on the table unopened till she was undressed and ready to join Mrs.Lorimer.

Then--for the first time in all that weary day of turmoil--Avery stole a few moments of luxury.
She sat down and opened Piers' letter.
It began impetuously, without preliminary.

"I wonder whether you have any idea what it costs to clear out without a word of farewell.

Perhaps you are even thinking that I've forgotten.