Fairfield smiled, and beat his fist on the arm of his chair.
"There," he laughed, "I've let it out! I didn't mean to tell it."
"What nonsense!" she said, as if not heeding. "To think that it was you that May wrote to after all!"
"May!" cried Fairfield. "Do you mean that Miss Calthorpe wrote those letters?"
The face of Mrs. Harbinger changed color, and a look of dismay came over it.
"Oh, you didn't know it, of course!" she said. "I forgot that, and now I've told you. She will never forgive me."
He leaned back in his chair, laughing gayly.
"A Roland for an Oliver!" he cried. "Good! It is only secret for secret."
"But what will she say to me?"
"Say? Why should she say anything? You needn't tell her till she's told me. She would have told me sometime."