Pamela followed--thinking hard, "receive me! Cheek!" and the other revelation--"So Countess wasn't a dog! I wonder what sort of Countess!"
In the drawing-room with the door closed, the two girls faced each other standing. And Pamela was again struck by the beauty and imperious style of this odd "double". Also, she had to admit how wonderfully alike they were in general effect.
Pamela began the conversation.
"I've come about your--note," she said with a little gesture of her hand towards her skirt pocket, "I suppose you don't realize that you mistook the room and threw it into my brother's window?"
"Oh, the little boy's room. He gave it to you?"
"Yes."
"Did he read it?"
"I don't understand you," said Pam frowning.
"Did he open it when he picked it up in his room?"
"Naturally not," Pamela stiffened, "you don't seem to understand. No decent people open other people's letters."