"Yes," said Miss Chressham quietly. "I will send to him at once."
"Thank you," whispered Selina; her blurred eyes shone with gratitude. "You understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand." Susannah smiled sadly. "I am afraid it is rather a woman's way, dear, but I can conceive of no other course to take."
Miss Boyle fumbled among her voluminous skirts for her reticule, and pulled it open.
"He has only sent me three letters," she said breathlessly, "and you shall see them."
Susannah turned swiftly.
"What do you make me? Indeed, I will not look at them—and you have no right to show them."
Miss Boyle sat silent.
"I will do what I can," continued Susannah, "but I cannot answer for Rose, save that he must perceive for himself how any action of his would make the matter worse."