Daisy held the half-sheet before Nigel's eyes.
"It's yours. I shall tell Fulvia. How could she be so stupid?"
Nigel received the paper from Daisy's hand, but looked at her instead of it.
"Where did you find this?"
"In Fulvia's old dressing-box, hidden away behind the glass. Didn't you hear me say so?"
"No. What business had you to examine it?"
Daisy was disconcerted.
"I—don't know. I thought I would read a word or two. I didn't think it was anything, really, till I saw 'N.B.' and 'fellow.'"
"Another time you will act more honourably if you don't look at all."
"But Fulvia gave me leave to turn out her box. She did really, Nigel, and she didn't say there were secrets."