‘What strange fancies you have!’ remarked Dora, when they were upstairs.
‘So have people in general, unfortunately.’
A letter lay on the table. It was addressed to Maud, and Dora recognised the handwriting as that of a Wattleborough friend.
‘There must be some news here,’ she said. ‘Mrs Haynes wouldn’t write unless she had something special to say.
Just upon midnight, a cab drew up before the house. Dora ran down to open the door to her sister, who came in with very bright eyes and more colour than usual on her cheeks.
‘How late for you to be here!’ she exclaimed, on entering the sitting-room and seeing Jasper.
‘I shouldn’t have felt comfortable till I knew that you were back all right.’
‘What fear was there?’
She threw off her wraps, laughing.
‘Well, have you enjoyed yourself?’