CHAPTER XLIV
ANGLESEA AGAIN
Mrs. Force went up to her daughter, and said:
“Come with me to my own room. I have something to say to you.”
Odalite immediately followed her mother to that little parlor which had been the scene of so many critical interviews.
When the door was shut, and the mother and daughter were seated together before the fire, the lady inquired:
“Odalite, my love, what letter was that which you received by this morning’s mail, and put into your pocket the moment I joined you at the window?”
“Oh, mamma, it was a little note that would only have given you pain!” said Odalite, shrinking.
“Yet what was it? Tell me.”
“It was a letter from him, mother, written on Saturday morning, an hour before he sailed for Liverpool. It was directed on the outside to Miss Odalite Force, but, on the inside, to Mrs. Angus Anglesea.”