“_My Darling Boy_ (she wrote),—_Did you really make fifteen_? _You must be getting on_. _Aunt Laura has just been in to tea_, _and we talked such a lot that I have only just time to write this before father goes down to business and can post it_. _I have some very interesting news for you_. _The other afternoon Mrs. Willis of Mawne came in to see me_. _She and Lilian are going to Switzerland for a month this summer_, _and now she suggests that I should join them there_. _It won’t be just yet_, _and I think—no_, _I’m sure_—_that I should be back again before your holidays_. _Father wants me to go_. _I haven’t been very well_, _and the doctor says he’s sure it would do me good_. _All my life I’ve wanted to see Switzerland_. _I’m most awfully excited about it_, _Eddie_, _and father says he can spare me_. _Won’t it be wonderful_? _They are going about the end of June_. _I won’t forget that postal order_, _but I’m rather poor myself just at present_. _Eddie_, _do you keep my letters_? _I think I should like you to_. _The double stocks which father planted in the long bed are just coming out_. “_Good-bye_, _my darling_, “_Your loving_ “_Mother_.” Of course nothing, in spite of the news of the Swiss excursion, could be more ordinary. That would be wonderful for her . . . of course it would. And yet, in spite of all these reasonable convictions he couldn’t get that dream out of his head. Something, he felt sure, was going wrong.