CHAPTER XFour people wrote letters that evening. They too were to form part of the pattern.
Carola Roland wrote to someone whom she addressed as “Toots darling.” It was a gushing, girlish letter.
“Missing my Toots so dreadfully. Am just longing for us to be together, but of course I do see we’ve got to be ever so careful until your divorce is through. I’m living exactly like a nun here—you needn’t be afraid about that—but I don’t mind a bit really, because I’m always thinking about you, and when we can get married, and what a lovely time we’ll have....”
There was a lot more in the same vein.
This letter was not posted, because Miss Roland suddenly lost interest in it. She was, in fact, visited by a very bright idea. When you are bored beyond tears, bright ideas are exceedingly welcome.
