"Hello! Here you are.
How cosy you look. I tried to find you both a few minutes ago, but
thought you must have gone to walk after all. Here, Peter. Here's a
special delivery letter, for which I receipted a while ago. Give me a
cup, Dot."
Peter said, "Excuse me," and, after a glance at the envelope, opened the
letter with a sinking sensation. He read it quickly, and then reached
over and rang the bell. When the footman came, Peter rose and said
something in a low voice to him. Then he came back to his tea.
"Nothing wrong, I hope," asked Watts.
"Yes. At least I am called back to New York," said Peter gloomily.
"Bother," said Watts. "When?"
"I shall leave by the night express."
"Nonsense. If it was so important as that, they'd have wired you."
"It isn't a matter which could be telegraphed."
"What is it, Peter?" said Leonore, putting her finger in.
"It's confidential."
So Leonore did not ask again. But when the tea was finished, and all had
started upstairs, Leonore said, "Peter," on the landing.
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