pray do not be angry. Your affectionate husband, Arthur Ravener."
Oh, this was cruel. I waved my hand to James to dismiss him, and then flung myself upon the sofa in an agony of weeping. For twenty minutes I gave my grief full play, and then, when anger came peeping in, I let it enter and take possession of my soul. I rang the bell. James, with suspicious promptness answered the call.
"James, did any telegram come here for your master this afternoon?"
"Not to my knowledge, madame."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite."
"Go ask the servants, and find out if anybody brought a telegram for Mr. Ravener to the house to-day."
He soon returned. "No one has received any telegram. If one had come to the house," he added with the officiousness of his class, "I should have known it."
"You may go."
My blood was boiling. I would not be set
