"And this Mr. Darcy, Harriet, have you seen or heard from him since?"
"I received one letter. I returned it to its writer unopened."
"That was right. And the Eveleighs, what do they know, do you think?"
"Nothing."
"Then we must be safe."
"We?" echoed Harriet; "when you are bearing the stigma of my indiscretion! Mattie, you went out that night in search of me."
"No matter," responded Mattie; "I must not talk too much. Let me hear you speak of all old friends—it's like the old times back again to have you here."
"And they will come back."
"Never!" was the solemn reply.
"Not that tiresome shop, perhaps," said Harriet, "but the times like unto the old, and all the better for the difference. You know what a weak and sanguine woman I was."