Mary's mood of exaltation lasted long after her guests had departed.
She found herself singing as she climbed the stairs that night to her
room. And it was with this mood still upon her that she wrote to Roger
Poole.
Her letter, penned on the full tide of her new emotion, was like wine
to his thirsty soul. It began and ended formally, but every line
throbbed with hope and courage, and responding to the note which she
had struck, he wrote back to her.