They were alone, and eyed each other strangely.
“Sit down,” said Grace, coldly.
“No, thank you,” said Jael, firmly. “I shall not stay long after the way I have been received.”
“And how do you expect to be received?”
“As I used to be. As a poor girl who once saved HIS life, and nearly lost her own, through being his true and faithful servant.”
“Faithful to him, but not to me.”
Jael's face showed she did not understand this.
“Yes,” said Grace, bitterly, “you are the real cause of my marrying Mr. Coventry, whom I don't love, and never can love. There, read that. I can't speak to you. You look all candor and truth, but I know what you are: all the women in that factory knew about you and him—read that.” She handed her the anonymous letter, and watched her like an eagle.
Jael read the poison, and colored a little, but was not confounded.
“Do you believe this, Miss Carden?”