"A letter from Cassandra?" said Katharine, in the easiest voice in the world, looking over his shoulder. "I've just written to ask her to come here, only I forgot to post it."
He handed her the envelope in silence. She took it, extracted the sheets, and read the letter through.
The reading seemed to Rodney to take an intolerably long time.
"Yes," she observed at length, "a very charming letter."
Rodney's face was half turned away, as if in bashfulness. Her view of his profile almost moved her to laughter. She glanced through the pages once more.
"I see no harm," William blurted out, "in helping her—with Greek, for example—if she really cares for that sort of thing."
"There's no reason why she shouldn't care," said Katharine, consulting the pages once more. "In fact—ah, here it is—'Th
