"Please go on."
"Well," Mrs. Standish announced triumphantly, "I kept that letter, of course, and now I've had occasion to look closely, I find it's a forgery."
"Please!" Sally faltered.
"I tell you, I have safe in my possession a letter recommending you to me and signed with the forged signature of Mrs. Cornwallis English. If necessary to protect myself, I shall not scruple to exhibit that letter."
"Oh!" With a gasp of incredulity Sally sat down and stared at this impudent intrigante.
"Now will you tell me what you've written? No. I won't trust you to tell me. Give me that envelope. I'll see for myself."
"It isn't possible," Sally said, "that you would do anything so cruel and unjust and dishonest?"
"Dishonest? I dare say you consider yourself a judge."
"I can't believe it of you, Mrs. Standish."
"That's your personal affair, of course. You've asked me not to interfere. . . ."