She said this to herself as she sat and looked at the girl.
“I can’t do any more!”
Miss Van Tuyn reached out for her coat and began very deliberately to put it on. Then she picked up the muff in which the letter lay hidden.
“Well, good night, Adela!”
Lady Sellingworth got up slowly.
“I promise that I will not show your letter. So don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.”
Miss Van Tuyn held out her hand.
“No doubt you have your reasons for doing what you have done. I don’t pretend to understand them. And I don’t understand you. But women are often incomprehensible to me. Perhaps that is why I usually prefer men. They don’t plunge you in subtleties. They let you understand things.”
“Ah!” exclaimed Lady Sellingworth.