A soft rap came at his study door. His housekeeper peered in. “A person to see you, sir. Says her name is Mrs. Ashworth.”
Outside, the January wind howled. And Arthur poured two glasses of sherry, knowing that for the first time in twenty-two years, the promise would not be broken. WillTileXXX 22 01 23 Eliza Rae No Other Lady XX...
The telegram lay on the mahogany sideboard, its yellow paper seeming to glow under the gaslight. WillTileXXX 22 01 23 Eliza Rae No Other Lady XX. A soft rap came at his study door
“The telegram,” he said, tapping the paper. “It arrived an hour ago. Dated next week.” ” he said
She smiled, slow and sad. “Then we haven’t much time. The ‘No Other Lady’ was for me, Arthur. I sent it before he died. Before I was free.”