"Quick, quick!" cried the Imp, almost making him run to keep up with her impatient strides.
Cecily was in her room—the room that had been Addie Tristram's.
"You've moved in here!" was Mina's first exclamation.
"Yes; the housekeeper said I must, so I did. But——" She glanced up for a moment at Addie's picture and broke off. Then she held up a letter which she had in her hand. "Do you know anything of Lord Southend?" she asked.
"I've heard Mr Iver and Mr Neeld speak of him. That's all."
"He writes to say he knew Lady Tristram and—and Harry, and hopes he'll know me soon."
"That's very friendly." Mina thought, but did not add, that it was rather unimportant.
"Yes, but it's more than that. Don't you see? It's an opening." She looked at her friend, impatient at her want of comprehension. "It makes it possible to do something. I can begin now."
"Begin what?" Mina was enjoying her own bewilderment keenly.