The cab rattled away the moment afterwards, and Sidney Hinchford was borne on his unknown journey.
On the evening of the next day, a letter, in Harriet Wesden's hand-writing, was received. The postman and Mr. Hinchford, senior, came into the shop together.
"Sidney Hinchford, Esq.," said the postman.
"Thank you—I'll post it to him when he sends me his address," said Mr. Hinchford. "By Jove!" looking at the superscription, "the ladies miss him already."
Harriet Wesden had kept her promise, and found courage to write her story out.