luncheon she had given him her letter to post, and that he
had never thought of it again. No doubt it was still in the
pocket of the coat he had taken off when he dressed for
dinner. In his perturbation he pushed back his chair, and
the movement made her look up at him.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Only--you know I don't fancy that letter can have
caught this afternoon's post."

"Not caught it? Why not?"

"Why, I'm afraid it will have been too late." He bent his
head to light another cigarette.

She struck her hands together with a gesture which, to his
amusement, he noticed she had caught from Cerdine.

"Oh, dear, I hadn't thought of that! But surely it will
reach them in the morning?"

"Some time in the morning, I suppose. You know the French
provincial post is never in a hurry. I don't believe your
letter would have been delivered this evening in any case."
As this idea occurred to him he felt himself almost
absolved.

"Perhaps, then, I ought to have telegraphed?"