So she had written, she had confessed her fault and asked for forgiveness—that was like Joan. One moment the haughty cold, proud woman, the next the child, admitting her faults and asking for pardon.
The letter had been duly delivered at Mrs. Bonner’s cottage, and, coming in later, Hugh found it.
“Bettses’ Bob brought it,” said Mrs. Bonner. “From Miss Meredyth at the Hall,” she added, and looked curiously at Hugh.
“That’s all right, thanks!”
Mrs. Bonner quivered with curiosity. Who was this lodger of hers who received letters from Miss Meredyth, when he had not even admitted that he knew her?
“Very funny!” thought Mrs. Bonner.
Hugh read the letter. “I am sorry—for what I did.... I ask you to forgive me.... Perhaps I have hurt myself more than I have hurt you ...”
“Any answer to go back to the Hall?”
“None!”
“Ah!” Mrs. Bonner hesitated. “I didn’t know you knew Miss Meredyth.”