"I have written several times to Miss Marvell—very strongly," said Delia at last. "I thought you ought to know that. But I have had no reply."
"Why don't you go—instead of writing?"
"It has been impossible. My maid has been so terribly ill."
Lathrop expressed his sympathy. Delia received it with coldness and a slight frown. She hurried on—
"I've written again—but I haven't sent it. Perhaps I oughtn't to have written by post."
"Better not. Shall I be your messenger? Miss Marvell doesn't like me—but that don't matter."
"Oh, no, thank you." The voice was hastily emphatic; so that his vanity winced. "There are several members of the League in the village. I shall send one of them."
He smiled—rather maliciously.
"Are you going to tackle Miss Andrews herself?"
"You're still—quite certain—that she's concerned?"