and she continued: "He'll come right home—this will bring him."
"To see Vereker, you mean?"
"To see Vereker—and to see me. Think what he'll have to tell me!"
I hesitated. "About India?"
"About fiddlesticks! About Vereker—about the figure in the carpet."
"But, as you say, we shall surely have that in a letter."
She thought like one inspired, and I remembered how Corvick had told me long before that her face was interesting. "Perhaps it won't go in a letter if it's 'immense.'"
"Perhaps not if it's immense bosh. If he has got something that won't go in a letter he hasn't got the thing. Vereker's own statement to me was exactly that the 'figure' would go in a letter."
"Well, I cabled to George an hour ago—two words," said Gwendolen.
"Is it indiscreet of me to inquire what they were?"
She hung fire, but at last she brought them out. "'Angel, write.'"
"Good!" I exclaimed. "I'll make it sure—I'll send him the same."
