Two hours after the letter arrived it was f(
lowed by a telegram:
Don’t pay any attention to my letter. I was crazy wh I wrote it.
Hugh had sense enough to pay no attention 1 the telegram; he tossed it into the fireplace and r read the letter. What could he do? What shout he do? He was torn by doubt and confusion. L looked at her picture, and all his old longing fc her returned. But he had learned to distrust th; longing. He had got along for a year withoi her; he had almost ceased thinking of her whe Norry brought her back to his mind. He had t answer her letter. What could he say? He pace the floor of his room, ran his hands through h hair, pounded his forehead; but no solution cam He took a long walk into the country and came bac more confused than ever. He was flattered fc her letter, moved by it; he tried to persuade hin self that he loved her as she loved him—and fc could not do it. His passion for her was no long* overpowering, and no amount of thinking coul make it so. In the end he temporized. H letter was brief.
Dear Cynthia:
There is no need, I guess, to tell you that your lett< swept me clean off my feet. I am still dizzy with coi
