"And a good riddance," muttered Mattie.
"Oh! Mattie, you cruel, cruel girl, is this the sympathy you talked about a little while ago?"
"I've every sympathy with you, my own dear young lady," said Mattie; "I'm sorry to see how this is troubling you—you so young!—just now. But I don't think he acted very properly, Miss Harriet, or that you were quite so careful of yourself as—as you might have been."
"I'm a wretched, wretched woman!"
"Does he know where you live?"
"Ye—es," she sobbed.
"And where did he live before he went to India?"
"Surrey."
"That's a large place, I think. I haven't turned to geography lately, but I fancy it's a double map. If that's all the address, it's a good big one. May I ask his name?"
"Never," was the melodramatic answer.