She had become too old, too set in her ways....
Yet it was with a heavy heart that she wrote her long letter in answer to his, and it took her a long time, for she often waited a few moments in between the sentences.
How strange was her relationship to this man of whom she saw so little, and yet with whom she felt on close, intangible terms of intimacy! His work tied him to London, and of late years she had not been much in London.

He knew very little of her movements.

Why, this very letter had been sent to her, care of her London club, the club which had its uses--principally--when she wanted to entertain Mark Gifford himself to lunch or dinner.
His letter had wandered to yet another address--an address she had left at the club weeks ago, the only address they had.

From thence it had reached the last house where she had been staying before she had come to Wyndfell Hall.

The wonderful thing was that the letter had reached her at all.