"It is postmarked Paris," said she, glancing at the envelope.
"So I observed."
"Why, this is the very letter I translated into French for Mr. Checkynshaw to-day!" exclaimed Maggie, innocently, as she took the paper from the envelope.
"Ah, indeed!" replied Fitz, thoroughly illuminated by this flood of light.
Maggie's fair face was instantly covered with blushes. She was confident, a moment too late, that she had exposed some of Mr. Checkynshaw's business.
"You translated this letter into French for Mr. Checkynshaw—did you?" asked Fitz, taking the letter from her, and folding up his paper, as he rose from his chair.
"I did," replied Maggie; for now that the mischief, whatever it was, had been done, she could only tremble for the consequences.
"If you did, I needn't trouble you to translate it back again," added Fitz, as he took his hat and left the house very abruptly.
CHAPTER XVIII.