“Here is a letter from her, for you.” (From under the awning of that forehead.) “She asked that everything⁠ ⁠… as requested in the letter⁠ ⁠… without fail.” This too, from under the forehead, from under the awning, and he turned, looked about.

“No, there is nobody, nobody. Quickly! the letter!”

He put the letter in my hand and went out without a word.

A pink check fell out of the envelope. It was hers, her check! Her tender perfume! I felt like running to catch up with that wonderful under-the-forehead one. A tiny note followed the check from the envelope; three lines: “The check⁠ ⁠… Lower the curtains without fail, as if I were actually with you. It is necessary that they should think that I⁠ ⁠… I am very, very sorry.”