The letter
covered the greater portion of the open page. It seemed to Maggie as
if the Greek play had suddenly faded and gone out of sight behind a
curtain.
"There," said Rosalind, "that's for you. I was at Kingsdene to-day--
and-- I-- I said you should have it, and I-- I promised that I'd help
you, Maggie. I-- yes-- I promised. I said I would help you, if you'd
let me."
"Thank you," replied Miss Oliphant in a lofty tone. The words came out
of her lips with the coldness of ice. "And if I need you-- I--
promise-- to ask your help. Where did you say you met Mr. Hammond?"
Maggie took up her letter and opened it slowly.
"At Spilman's. He was buying something for his room. He----" Rosalind
blushed all over her face.
Maggie took her letter out of its envelope. She looked at the first
two or three words, then laid it, open as it was, on the table.
"Thank you, Rosalind," she said in her usual tone. "It was kind of you
to bring this, certainly; but Mr. Hammond would have done better--
yes, undoubtedly better-- had he sent his letter by post. There would
have been no mystery about it then, and I should have received it at
least two hours ago. Thank you, Rosalind, all the same-- good night."
Rosalind Merton stepped demurely out of the room.
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