Accordingly, within the hour, the light phaeton stopped at the corner, and Cecil brought out a letter for Violet.
“I will bring you an answer to-morrow morning, and perhaps we can yet outwit grandpapa and Harold Castello,” declared Amber, archly, and drove away, after giving him an entrancing smile, and a glance that was almost too fond for friendship.
CHAPTER XII.
CUPID’S POSTMAN.
Amber did not intend to break faith with Cecil in the promise she had made.
She carried his fond love-letter to Violet that evening.
But she had taken it to her own room first, carefully extracted it from the envelope, and read every word.
Her dark cheek paled with anger, her heart throbbed with jealous pain at the words of love that Cecil had written to his darling.
“How I hate her for this!” she cried, bitterly. “How I would like to wring her heart as she has done mine!”
And the dark flash of her eye boded no good to her innocent rival.
She replaced the letter so carefully in its envelope that no one would have guessed the seal had been tampered with, and carried it to Violet.