Poor Jane Carew had nobody in whom to confide. For once she spoke her mind to her maid. “She has not said one word. And, oh, Margaret, I don't know what to think of it.”
Margaret pursed her lips.
“What do YOU think, Margaret?”
“I don't know. Miss Jane.”
“I don't.”
“I did not mention it to Louisa,” said Margaret.
“Oh, I hope not!” cried Jane.
“But she did to me,” said Margaret. “She asked had I seen Miss Viola's new comb, and then she laughed, and I thought from the way she acted that—” Margaret hesitated.
“That what?”
“That she meant Mr. Lind had given Miss Viola the comb.”