The heap turned out to be two. One with a foreign postmark, and one with the address of a London club stamped on the envelope.
"I know who that's from," said Betty, with a laugh, "that's Sammy. Oh, he's been down here, too! And what do you think? Baby asked him for a shilling!"
A voice from the staircase called both children to attention.
They slid off the bed like two culprits.
"Please ask Dennis if she will come to me," Caroline said, and Betty paused to shrug her shoulders.
"Can't! Dennis is went to mummy." Then she said—"When did she go, Baby? I don't remember 'xactly."
"I think it was the day after this day," said Baby, after some reflection.
"Well, please," said Caroline, "I should like my clothes."
The moment she was alone she sat forward, and with trembling fingers tore open Broxbourne's letter, the other she slipped under her pillow; she was not strong enough to read what Camilla had written just yet.
Sir Samuel was not skilful with his pen; his letter was brief.