May sat without moving or speaking while the clock slowly measured out five minutes. A lump of coal fell forward in the grate, and hearing her rise to push it back, Archer at length turned and faced her.
“It’s impossible,” he exclaimed.
“Impossible—?”
“How do you know—what you’ve just told me?”
“I saw Ellen yesterday—I told you I’d seen her at Granny’s.”
“It wasn’t then that she told you?”
“No; I had a note from her this afternoon.—Do you want to see it?”
He could not find his voice, and she went out of the room, and came back almost immediately.
“I thought you knew,” she said simply.
She laid a sheet of paper on the table, and Archer put out his hand and took it up. The letter contained only a few lines.
“May dear, I have at last made Granny understand that my visit to her could be no more than a visit; and she has been as kind and generous as ever. She sees now that if I return to Europe I must live by myself, or rather with poor Aunt Medora, who is coming with me. I am hurrying back to Washington to pack up, and we sail next week. You must be very good to Granny when I’m gone—as good as you’ve always been to me. Ellen.
“If any of my friends wish to urge me to change my mind, please tell them it would be utterly useless.”