He delivered a telegram and kindly vouchsafed the information that it
was from New York.
Mr. Blithers experienced a queer sinking of the heart as he gazed at
the envelope. Something warned him that if he opened it in the
presence of the messenger he would say something that a young boy
ought not to hear.
"It's from Maud," said the obliging boy, beaming good-nature. It cost
him a quarter, that bit of gentility, for Mr. Blithers at once said
something that a messenger boy ought to hear, and ordered Jackson to
go ahead.
It was from Maud and it said: "I shall stay in town a few days
longer. It is delightfully cool here. Dear old Miranda is at the Ritz
with me and we are having a fine spree. Don't worry about money. I
find I have a staggering balance in the bank. The cashier showed me
where I had made a mistake in subtraction of an even ten thousand. I
was amazed to find what a big difference a little figure makes. Have
made no definite plans but will write Mother to-night. Please give my
love to the Prince. Have you seen to-day's _Town Truth_? Or worse, has
he seen it? Your loving daughter, Maud.
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