"A letter from Davyntry, for Mrs. Hungerford, sir," said the man.
"Is there any answer required?"
"I don't know, sir."
James brought the letter--a very thick one--to Margaret.
"Just open this," he said, "and see if there's an answer."
She broke the seal of the envelope, which was directed in Lady Davyntry's hand, and drew out, not a letter from her friend, but a second sealed envelope, with her name upon it. The writing was well known to her; it was Mr. Baldwin's. The outer cover fell to the ground, as she stood with the enclosure in her hand, James looking at her and at it.
"There's--there's no answer," she said. She had not made the slightest attempt to open the missive.
James Dugdale delivered the message to the servant, who went back to the house, and then he turned away down another path and struck into the fields.