"Certainly not," replied Hannah; "she has enough to worry her now without that. You, of course, will say nothing to Juliet about it. Mother must hear it first."
"Yes," said Salome; "shall you tell her to-morrow?"
"That will depend upon circumstances," said Hannah sententiously. "We do not know what to-morrow may bring forth."
"Do you know," said Salome, "I believe the letter which came for Juliet just now was from that Chalcombe girl. I saw her writing once in a book she lent Juliet, and I feel sure the writing on that envelope was the same."
"Very likely," said Hannah; "it was clear from the haste with which Juliet pocketed the letter that she did not wish us to know anything about it."
Juliet was coughing when her mother came into the room to say good-bye to her.
"My dear child," she said tenderly, "I cannot bear to hear you cough so."
"You will take care of her, Salome," she added, addressing the daughter who had followed her into the room. "See that she has something hot when she goes to bed."
"If she will let me," said Salome; "Juliet is not generally very ready to take my advice."
"I shall go to bed immediately," said Juliet, her manner plainly showing that she thought an evening in bed preferable to one spent in Salome's company.