‘No fear. I’m not such a fool as I look. Why should I raise up all the old feelings in him, just as he is settling down so nicely with me? But I should like to know it is true, and to know for certain. It is a dreadful thing to have a girl’s death at one’s door. So I thought I would tell you, and you could find out for me.’
‘I will make a point of doing so, but I’m afraid you are labouring under a mistake. There was so little doubt of Miss Llewellyn’s death. The young woman you have seen may be a sister, or other relation. It is worth while inquiring.’
‘But don’t compromise Ilfracombe in doing so. He particularly begged me not to mention his name when I called here, in case they might be of the same family. But I mustn’t stay longer, Jack, so please let me have the letters.’
‘All right. But you must come and fetch them.’
‘Well, I am here, safe enough.’
‘Perhaps, but the letters are not here. They are in my despatch-box in my room.’
‘Go and bring them then.’
‘The bargain was that you were to fetch them, Nora.’
‘But not to enter your room, Jack. I cannot do that. It is impossible. I refuse.’
‘Then you can’t fetch the letters, my lady.’