And Peter, as he looked up dreamily, with his coffee cup in one hand, and with the other hand marking his place in The Law Times, was evidently quite at a loss to understand his aunt’s excitement.
But Miss Pemberton had already risen from her seat at the breakfast-table, and walking across the room to the window, which indeed was only a few steps away from the small table in the small room, stood in the shelter of the dingy wire blind furtively wiping her eyes before she could read to the end of the black-edged letter in her hand. She did not, therefore, at once reply to her nephew; not, indeed, until he had waited for her to fold the letter, when he repeated his question.