I meant to show it to you in any case, but I would rather have waited." Ratcliffe took the letter which she handed to him, opened it deliberately, looked at the signature, and read.

He showed no sign of surprise or disturbance.

No one would have imagined that he had, from the moment he saw Carrington's name, as precise a knowledge of what was in this letter as though he had written it himself.

His first sensation was only one of anger that his projects had miscarried.

How this had happened he could not at once understand, for the idea that Sybil could have a hand in it did not occur to him.