"Well, Milly?"
"I saw you to-day, Miss Lettice, when I was out," said Milly, coloring with the effort of speech.
"Did you? Yes? You were with a friend—I suppose?"
"I wanted to tell you about him," said Milly, nervously. "It's not a friend of mine, it was a messenger—a messenger from him."
Lettice sat speechless.
"He does not know what has become of me; and he set this man—his clerk—to find out. He wants to send me some money—not to see me again. He was afraid that I might be—in want."
"And what have you done, Milly?"
"I said I would not take a penny. And I asked the clerk—Mr. Johnson, they call him—not to say that he had seen me. I didn't tell him where I lived."
"Did he say that he would not tell his master?"
"Yes, he promised. I think he will keep his word. He seemed—kind—sorry for me, or something."