There was not a word spoken as Marion adjusted her hat.
As she left the apartment she did not even glance behind her.
CHAPTER XI.
THE RETURN OF MISS GRAY.
How Marion reached her hotel she could hardly say, but when she opened the door of her room she was astonished to find Miss Gray waiting for her.
“I’ve brought you back your clothing,” she said, with a soft laugh, at the same time pointing to a valise that was standing on the table.
Marion had only time to notice that Miss Gray was attired very simply in black, when her visitor rose and held out her hand to her.
“Oh, Miss Gray, I’m so glad!” cried the young girl. “I felt sure that you would come back, but your action was so strange that I could not help wondering why you did it.”
“And I knew you would not think ill of me,” said the woman, smiling, “and it is your faith in me, Miss Marlowe, that has made me a different woman. Listen,” she said calmly, as she drew Marion down beside her, “I will tell you my story now; but, first, here is your money.”
Marion took the money absently, and held it lightly in her hand.