"Your aunt ought to have forwarded them.

I brought them up at once.

And there is nearly an hour to post-time, and she won't expect you to come down till then.

I think the headache will be better now, eh ?" He nodded kindly to her, and closed the door again.

Ruth sat down mechanically, and began to sort the packet he had put into her hands.
The first three letters were in the same handwriting, Dare's large vague handwriting, that ran from one end of the envelope to the other, and partly hid itself under the stamp.
She looked at them, but did not open them.