[Projectapollo-mods] Opening his eyes. The latch clicked, a hand seized him by the

[Cincotta M. <fam...@ba...>]

And earnest. "Get up!" she repeated. "You must go and send the telegram.
Don't you remember?" "O Lord!" He threw off the bed-clothes; his
tormentor retired. Denis dressed as quickly as he could and ran up the
road to the village post office. Satisfaction glowed within him as he
returned. He had sent a long telegram, which would in a few hours evoke
an answer ordering him back to town at once--on urgent business. It was
an act performed, a decisive step taken--and he so rarely took decisive
steps; he felt pleased with himself. It was with a whetted appetite that
he came in to breakfast. "Good-morning," said Mr. Scogan. "I hope you're
better." "Better?" "You were rather worried about the cosmos last
night." Denis tried to laugh away the impeachment. "Was I?" he lightly
asked. "I wish," said Mr. Scogan, "that I had nothing worse to prey on
my mind. I should be a happy man." "One is only happy in action," Denis
enunciated, thinking of the telegram. He looked out of the window. Great
florid baroque clouds floated high in the blue heaven. A wind stirred
among the trees, and their shaken foliage twinkled and glittered like
metal in the sun. Everything seemed marvellously beautiful. At the
thought that he would soon be leaving all this beauty he felt a
momentary pang; but he comforted himself by recollecting how decisively
he was acting. "Action," he repeated aloud, and going over to the
sideboard he helpe