"Come back, Cornelia," she called out, remorsefully. "I had no right to be sarcastic. Forgive me, and I'll eat all the humble pie you like."
Cornelia sat down again.
"This is a new tack for you to take," she said, making the most of an advantage Janet seldom gave her.
"The fact is, Cornelia, I'm—my feelings were ploughed up today, ploughed up from top to bottom. The postman brought me an offer of marriage this morning."
"An offer of marriage!"
"From Monsieur St. Hilaire."
Cornelia had of course heard the facts of the whole St. Hilaire episode. She also knew that Janet still corresponded with Henriette, and that all the recent letters of the girl's father had been sent back unopened.
"I thought you never read his letters?"
"This one was folded up in Henriette's note. I'm sure the child wasn't a party to the trick. Here it is. Will you read it?"
Cornelia did so.