"I have done so."
"Are all the letters there?"
"Monsieur," cried Judas, "do you tink—"
"I'm addressing Miss Varlins," retorted Fanks, coldly. "Are all the letters there, Miss Varlins?"
"Yes, I think so," she replied, with faint hesitation.
"You are not sure?"
"As sure as I can be," she replied, keeping her temper wonderfully. "I think they are all there. Will you please read the letters, and then return them to me?"
"Certainly."
"Thank you. Good morning," replied Judith, coldly. "Mr. Axton."
Roger bowed and conducted her to the carriage, while Fanks, with the bundle of letters in his hands, stood looking after her in an irresolute manner.