We have just had a telegram." "I am glad," I answered.

"I have just finished my work, and I want some more." "You are insatiable," she declared, smiling.

"You have written for three days, days and nights too, I believe, and you look like a ghost.
You ought to take a rest now.

You ought to want one, at any rate." Then the smile faded from her lips, and the anxiety of a sudden thought possessed her.
"I have not heard a word from Colonel Ray," she said.

"It terrifies me to think that he may have told my father about Blenavon." "You must insist upon it that he does not," I declared.