"You're going to try to put that letter upon her—you are going to try to prove that she made all this trouble."
"Well! what if?" he asked, still without looking at her.
"Never! Never in this world will I let you do it," said Agnes, firmly.
"Huh! And I was only trying to see if there wasn't some way out of the mess for you," said Neale, as though offended.
"I wouldn't want to get out of it—even if you could help me—at such a price. Because she may have been a tale-bearer, do you think I'd be one?"
"Not even to get a chance to act in The Carnation Countess?" asked Neale, with a sudden smile.
"No! And—and that wouldn't help me, anyway!" she added, quite despairingly.
CHAPTER XVIII
MISS PEPPERILL AND THE GRAY LADY
Tess and Dot Kenway set off for the hospital in good season that Saturday morning, their arms laden with great bunches of flowers, all wrapped about with layers of tissue paper, for the November air was keen.