To her relief the last post brought her a letter from Arthur.

He had been called to Lisbon to look after a contract, and would be away for a fortnight.

Her father was not as well as he had been.
It seemed to just fit in.

She would run down and spend a few quiet days at Liverpool.

In her old familiar room where the moon peeped in over the tops of the tall pines she would be able to reason things out.