The box that usually received it was quite full, and several letters lay about on the table.
She placed her two with the rest, and turned to leave the hall. She could not face all the company on the lawn just yet, and went back to her room, meeting Morella Winmarleigh bringing some of her own to be posted as she passed through the saloon.
When Miss Winmarleigh reached the table curiosity seized her. She guessed what had been Theodora's errand. She would like to see her writing and to whom the letters were addressed.
No one was about anywhere. All the correspondence was already there, as in five minutes or less the post would go.
She had no time to lose, so she picked up the last two envelopes which lay on the top of the pile and read the first:
To
Josiah Brown, Esq.,
Claridge's Hotel,
Brook Street,
London, W.
and the other:
The Lord Bracondale,
Bracondale Chase,
Bracondale.
"The husband and—the lover!" she said to herself. And a sudden temptation came over her, swift and strong and not to be resisted.