"It's a Mrs. Mark. She was a Miss Trenchard. She used to live in Glebeshire. She's going to find me some work to do."
"Work!" cried Caroline. "Aren't you going to stay with your aunts then?"
"I want to be independent," said Maggie slowly.
"Well!" said Caroline, amazed.
Could Maggie have seen just then into Miss Smith's mind and could she only have realised that, with Miss Smith, every action and intention in the human heart pivoted upon love-affairs and love-affairs only, she might have been warned and have saved much later trouble. She was intent on her own plans and was thinking of Caroline only as a possible agent.
"Caroline," she asked, "would you take a note for me to some one?"
"Of course," said Caroline. "Who is it?"
"Martin Warlock," said Maggie.
At the name she suddenly blushed crimson. She knew that Caroline was looking at her with eager curiosity. She suspected then that she had done something foolish and would have given anything to recall her words, but to recall them now seemed only to make it the more suspicious.
"It's only something his sister wanted to know," she said casually. "I thought you'd be seeing him soon. I hardly ever do."