"If you had I could not have obtained them," replied Miss Varlins, hurriedly; "you forget. The packet was addressed to Miss Judith, and the postmistress knows me so well, I could not have signed any but my own name without causing remark."
"You ought to have allowed me to send them here."
"Yes! and then Florry would have seen them."
"Nonsense!"
"There is always a possibility," said Judith, quickly; "but if these letters have gone astray, what are we to do?"
"Well, if—"
"Hush!"
She laid her hand suddenly on his arm to arrest his speech, for at that moment the voice, thin and peevish, of Mr. Spolger, was heard saying a name:
"Sebastian Melstane."
Judith and Roger both looked at one another, their cheeks pale, their manners agitated, and he was about to speak again when she stopped him for the second time.