"I thought that you would come, but I did not expect you so soon," said Susannah, under her breath. "You received my letter?"
"Yes, and I saw it—in the paper."
Susannah looked at her tenderly.
"I fear you are wearied to death."
Miss Boyle took off her hat; there was a tacit avoidance in their speech of that which filled the thoughts of both.
"We have been travelling all night, but I am not tired."
"We will have some tea." Susannah rang the bell. "We are very humble here; it is but temporary."
"Why did you leave home—the other place—so soon?" asked Miss Boyle faintly.
"It was not ours; we had no right," answered Susannah. "And I could not bear to stay; we moved at once. This is our first day here."