I wanted to be sure.

There _have_ been such things as railroad delays you know." "Why--_why_ didn't you let me know--" "Louis! You will please to recollect that I had until midnight ...
I--was busy.

Besides, midnight has just sounded--and here I am." He waited.
"I received your letter." Her voice had the sweet, familiar, rising inflection which seemed to invite an answer.
"Yes," he muttered, "I wrote to you." "Do you wish to know what I thought of your letter ?" "Yes," he breathed.
"I will tell you some other time; not now....

Have you been perfectly well, Louis?
But I heard all about you, every day,--through Rita.

Do you know I am quite mad to see that picture you painted of her,--the new one--'Womanhood.' She says it is a great picture--really great.