Annestarted；andturningroundfromthewindow，lookedathiminsilentsurprise。Hewasundertheinfluenceofstrongemotion；
hisface，hisvoice，hismanner，allshowedit。
“HowlonghadyoubeeninScotland，whenyouwrotethis？“HepointedtoAnne’sletterasheaskedthequestion，puttingitsoeagerlythathestammeredoverthefirstwords。“Morethanthreeweeks？“headded，withhisbrightblackeyesfixedinabsorbinginterestonherface。
“Yes。“
“Areyousureofthat？“