I only beg you and papa to forgive me for what I have done; but I knew that if I told you, you would not have let me go. When you get this I shall be married. To-morrow I shall write again, to tell you where I am, and to beg you to let me bring my husband to you.
Oh, please, dear, dear mother and father, forgive me!
Your loving, loving daughter,
Caroline.
“You see!” said Mrs. Enderby. “It is as I told you.”
There were tears in Lexy’s eyes as she put the letter back into the envelope.
“It doesn’t seem a bit like Caroline, though,” she remarked.
Mrs. Enderby smiled again, faintly, and held out her hand for the letter. Lexy returned it to her, with an almost mechanical glance at the postmark—“Wyngate, Connecticut.”
All her defiance had vanished. She was obliged to admit now that Mrs. Enderby was wise, and that she herself was—
“A little fool!” said Lexy candidly to herself.