"I had forgotten the note," she answered. "It makes me think of that woman and the danger poor Marion was in. I had better not go to Chicago," she said, after a moment's thought.
"Why not, sweet one?" asked Harold.
"Because of that woman. She would say such things about me."
Harold smiled. "Don't you think they would have been said long ago, if she had intended saying them?" he asked.
"Perhaps she did say them, though I have heard nothing, and one usually hears the unpleasant things that are said of one."
"I know you have heard nothing, dear," he replied, "and I know you never will."
"You forget what I admitted to her, and you don't know what a spiteful woman is capable of."
"I know Mrs. McSeeney," he said.
"And you think that she can be trusted? I am surprised at you, Harold."
"I think she is the last woman in the world I would trust," he replied.