Margaret.
[Gasping.] I—I hardly—something the same as I
said in the telegram to you, sir—that I was arriving
at Charing Cross by the train due at 4.
Sir Robert.
Anything else?
Margaret.
No—I—I can't remember.
Sir Robert.
Come, come, girl. If you sent this telegram only
a few hours ago you must know what you said in it.
Margaret.
We had a rough passage. I had been ill. I'm
still suffering from the effects——
Sir Robert.
Let me help your memory then. Did you mention
anybody's name in the telegram?
Margaret.
I—I really can't remember anything to-night.
My headache is so bad.
Sir Robert.
Did you say "Tell Otto to meet me"?
Margaret.
[Clutching at it.] Why, yes, of course—Otto is my
fiance. He was with his sister at St. Moritz. That's
where we became engaged.
