"What has she to say to me ?" "I do not know," said Keswick.

"I only know that she was very much disappointed in not seeing you yesterday." "If that is the case, she might have written to me," said Lawrence.
"I do not think you quite understand the situation," observed his companion.

"Miss March is not a lady who would even intimate to a gentleman that she wished him to come to her when it was obvious that such was not his desire.

But it seemed to me that if the gentleman should become aware of the lady's wishes through the medium of a third party, the matter would arrange itself without difficulty." "By the gentleman going to her, I suppose," remarked Croft.
"Of course," said Keswick.
"There is no 'of course' about it," was Lawrence's rather quick reply.
At that moment some letters were brought to him from a little post-office near by, to which he had ordered his mail to be forwarded.
As the address on one of these letters caught his eye, the somewhat stern expression on his face gave place to a smile, and begging his visitor to excuse him, he put his other letters into his pocket, and opened this one.

It was very short, and was from Mr Candy's cashier.