"I ought to have met him when he was here. But I was finishing up in Australia. He is honest, Pam—is he?"
"I am sure he is—now. Before I thought he was false."
"How did it come that he went away like that, having made you love him?"
"He was called away to a sick uncle. He wrote to father to explain, but the letter never reached him."
"You are sure he wrote?"
"Yes, he has told me. His mother——You saw her once?"
"A frozen-looking woman, dressed like an empress, who came one day. She was so haughty to me that I very soon removed myself."
"That was her."
"My poor little Pam!—that was the woman you went to visit afterwards? I had not realised it. I never thought of her after that day."
"She made me very unhappy. From the first she had a quiet way of making me feel not of her world, and afterwards she was horrid—about papa. She told me—falsehoods, too."