“Yes, I am working hard. It is better that I should say ‘No.’
“Eve.”
Four days passed before Kate handed her another letter.
“Perhaps you are right, and I am wrong. If it is your wish that I should not see you, I bow to it with all reverence.
“Do not think that I do not understand.
“Some day, perhaps, you will come to see Lynette. Or I could bring her up to town and leave her at your friend’s for you to find her. I promise to lay no ambuscades. When you have gone I can call for her again.
“I should love her better because she had been near you.”
Kate Duveen was hard at work one evening, struggling, with the help of a dictionary, through a tough book on German philosophy, when the maid knocked at her door.
“What is it, Polly?”
The girl’s name was Ermentrude, but Kate persisted in calling her Polly.