It would look as if we were in a hurry,
wouldn't it?"
"Then let me cable."
"You? To whom?"
"Hand me up that despised book, Kate, and I'll write my cablegram on
the fly-leaf. If you approve of the message, I'll go to the hotel, and
send it at once."
Katherine gave her the book, and lent the little silver pencil which
hung jingling, with other trinkets, on the chain at her belt. Dorothy
scribbled a note, tore out the fly-leaf, and presented it to
Katherine, who read:
"Alan Drummond, Bluewater Club, Pall Mall, London. Tell Lamont that
his letter to Captain Kempt was delayed, and did not reach the Captain
until to-day. Captain Kempt's reply will be sent under cover to you at
your club. Arrange for forwarding if you leave England.
Dorothy Amhurst."
When Katherine finished reading she looked up at her friend, and
exclaimed: "Well!" giving that one word a meaning deep as the clear
pool on whose borders she stood.
Dorothy's face reddened as if the sinking western sun was shining full
upon it.
"You write to one another, then?"
"Yes."
"And is it a case of--"
"No; friendship."
"Sure it is nothing more than that?"
Dorothy shook her head.
"Dorothy, you are a brick; that's what you are. You will do anything
to help a friend in trouble."
Dorothy smiled.
"I have so few friends that whatever I can do for them will not
greatly tax any capabilities I may possess.
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