Leslie turned her head from it.
"No, you don't want to look at it again. I daresay you knew his face directly you saw it. Now, do you think he'd have given it to me if he hadn't cared for me? Answer that!"
Leslie looked at her, a sudden wild hope springing into her bosom.
"It—it was a long while ago!" she breathed, "a long while ago——."
Finetta broke in with a discordant laugh.
"Not a bit of it! It was three days ago. He sent it after spending an evening with me, as he's spent many a score——."
She saw a look of unbelief crossing Leslie's face, and, snatching a letter from her pocket, thrust it under Leslie's face.
"Read that, and believe!" she said.
Leslie took the note and looked at it. The lines swam before her eyes, but she saw a word here and there, and with a low cry, which broke from her notwithstanding all the efforts to suppress it, she held out the note from her.
Finetta took it and restored it to her pocket, then stood and looked down at the motionless figure in silence for a moment or two.