"You got it?"
"By the night mail, two hours ago."
"What is it?" demands Tita imperiously.
She had taken no notice of his giving the letter to Margaret; but now she is sure that some mystery lies in it—a mystery that has something to do with her.
Margaret regards her piteously.
"My dear—I——"
She breaks down, and looks now at Rylton as if reproaching him for having cast this task upon her shoulders. Rylton shakes his head.
"From you—it will be kinder," says he.
"What is it?" asks Tita again, taking a step towards Margaret, and holding out her hand for the letter.
"Your money!" falters Margaret nervously.