"Yes."
"I must refuse to oblige you, for the first time, and I hope the last. I would not read that letter, under any circumstances," I replied.
"Then I will read it to you," said Miss May, and she read as follows:
Dear Marjorie:—I hope you are well and happy in that far-off land, with the gentleman who has engaged you as secretary, and that you have had no cause to regret accepting his offer. I have no great fears for you, believing that a wise girl will so conduct herself as to disarm the most persistent man, if temptation comes. If Mr. Camwell is all you believed him when last I saw you, your journey must be a continuous delight. If he proves the contrary I shall be sorry, for he can make your path a miserable one, but my confidence in you will be unshaken.
The other girls all send love and best wishes. I shall look anxiously for the first letter from you.
Mr. Barnard, the cashier, has promised to address my envelope and put on the right stamp.
Your Friend,
HELEN.
I glanced at the writing, which was certainly that of a woman, and again at the envelope, quite as surely in the penmanship of a man.
"It is from a girl who used to write in the same office as I," said Miss May. "Now you must hear the other one."