“Let me see.”
Miss Cozens gave her the sheet, intense curiosity quivering in every line of her doglike face.
“Good Heavens!—how did this get mixed up with my business correspondence?”
She looked perturbation to perfection.
“Miss Cozens, what am I to do? Has any one read it?”
The little woman nodded.
“How horrible! I must explain—It must not go any further.”
Betty hurried across the hall towards the door, hesitated, and looked round her as though baffled by indecision. She knew well enough that inquisitive eyes were watching her. Her skill as an actress—and she was consummately clever as a hypocrite—served to heighten the meaning that she wished to convey.
“Lady Sophia.”
Betty had doubled adroitly in the direction of the amiable aristocrat.