'Till I saw for myself.'
'Saw?' exclaimed Mrs. Heriot. 'Where——?'
'In a low lodging-house not a hundred yards from the church you want a new organ for.'
'How did you happen to be there?'
'I was on a pilgrimage.'
'A pilgrimage?' echoed Jean.
Miss Levering nodded. 'Into the Underworld.'
'You went!' Even Lady John was aghast.
'How could you?' Jean whispered.
'I put on an old gown and a tawdry hat——' She turned suddenly to her hostess. 'You'll never know how many things are hidden from a woman in good clothes. The bold free look of a man at a woman he believes to be destitute—you must feel that look on you before you can understand—a good half of history.'