7. THE EARLY PART OF SEPTEMBERSaturday came, and she went on some trivial errand to the
village post-office. It was a little grey cottage with a luxuriant
jasmine encircling the doorway, and before going in Cytherea paused
to admire this pleasing feature of the exterior. Hearing a step on
the gravel behind the corner of the house, she resigned the jasmine
and entered. Nobody was in the room. She could hear Mrs. Leat, the
widow who acted as postmistress, walking about over her head.
Cytherea was going to the foot of the stairs to call Mrs. Leat, but
before she had accomplished her object, another form stood at the
half-open door. Manston came in.
'Both on the same errand,' he said gracefully.
'I will call her,' said Cytherea, moving in haste to the foot of
the stairs.
'One mome
