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GodfreyandhiswifeneverwenttoCornwallafterall，foronChristmasDaytheweatherturnedsobadandtravellingwassodifficultthattheydeterminedtostopwheretheywereforafewdays。
AsforthemtheroofofthisLondonhotelhadbecomesynonymouswiththatofthecrystaldomeofheaven，thisdidnotmatterintheleast。
Theretheysatintheirhideous，over-gilded，privatesitting-room，or，whentheweatherwasclearenough，wentforwalksinthePark，andoncetotheSouthKensingtonMuseum，wheretheyenjoyedthemselvesverythoroughly。
Itwasonthefourthmorningaftertheirmarriagethattheblowfell。
Godfreyhadwakedearly，andlaywatchinghiswifeathisside。Thegreylightfromtheuncurtainedwindow，whichtheyhadopenedtoairtheover-heatedroom，revealedherinoutlinebutnotindetailandmadeherfinefacemysterious，framedasitwasinheryellowhair。Hewatcheditwithakindofrapture，tillatlengthshesighedandstirred，thenbegantomurmurinhersleep。
“Mydarling，“shewhispered，“oh!mydarling，howhaveIlivedwithoutyou？Well，thatisover，sincealiveordeadwecanneverbepartedmore，notreally——notreally!“
Thensheopenedhergreyeyesandstretchedoutherarmstoreceivehim，andhewasglad，forheseemedtobelisteningtothatwhichhewasnotmeanttohear。
Alittlelatertherecameaknockingatthedoor，andapageboy’ssqueakyvoicewithoutsaid：
“Telegramforyou，Sir。“
Godfreycalledtohimtoputitdown，butIsobelturnedpaleandshivered。
“Whatcanitbe？“shesaid，claspinghim。“Nooneknowsouraddress。“
“Oh，yes，theydo，“heanswered。“YouforgetyoutelephonedtotheHallyesterdayafternoonaboutthehospitalbusinessyouhadforgottenandgaveournumber，whichwouldbequiteenough。“
“SoIdid，likeafool，“sheexclaimed，lookingasthoughsheweregoingtocry。
“Don’tbefrightened，dear，“hesaid。“Idaresayitisnothing。Youseewehavenoonetolose。“
“No，no，Ifeelsureitisagreatdealand——wehaveeachother。Readitquicklyandgetthethingover。“
SoheroseandfetchedtheyellowenvelopewhichreposeduponIsobel’sbootsoutsidethedoor。Aglanceshowedhimthatitwasmarked“official，“andthenhisheart，too，begantosink。Returningtothebed，heswitchedontheelectriclightandopenedtheenvelope。
“There’senoughofit，“hesaid，drawingoutthreecloselywrittensheets。
“Read，readit!“answeredIsobel。
Soheread。Itwasindeedaverylongtelegram，oneofsuchasarecommonlysentattheexpenseofthecountry，anditcamefromtheWarOffice。ThegistofitwasthatattemptshadbeenmadetocommunicatewithhimatanaddresshehadgiveninCornwall，butthemessageshadbeenreturned，andfinallyinquiryatHawk’sHallhadgivenaclue。Hewasdirectedtoreporthimself“earlyto-morrow“(thetelegramhadbeensentoffonthepreviousnight)totakeupanappointmentwhichwouldbeexplainedtohim。Therewas，itadded，notimetolose，astheshipwasduetosailwithintwenty-fourhours。
“There!“saidIsobel，“Iknewitwassomethingofthesort。This，“sheaddedwithaflashofinspiration，“istheresultofthemeddlingofthatoldGeneralCubitte。Youseeitmustbeadistantappointment，ortheywouldnottalkabouttheshipbeingduetosail。“
“Idaresay，“heansweredascheerfullyashecould。“Suchthingsaretobeexpectedinthesetimes，aretheynot？“
“Toobad!“shewenton，“atanyratetheymighthaveletyouhaveyourleave。“
Thentheyrosebecausetheymustandmadepretencetoeatsomebreakfast，afterwhichtheydepartedinoneofIsobel’smotors，whichhadbee
