The two women eyed each other, and understood each other without another word.
“Where is she?” said Mrs. Milroy.
The nurse pointed in the direction of the park. “Out again, for another walk before breakfast—by herself.”
Mrs. Milroy beckoned to the nurse to stoop close over her. “Can you open it, Rachel?” she whispered.
Rachel nodded.
“Can you close it again, so that nobody would know?”
“Can you spare the scarf that matches your pearl gray dress?” asked Rachel.
“Take it!” said Mrs. Milroy, impatiently.
The nurse opened the wardrobe in silence, took the scarf in silence, and left the room in silence. In less than five minutes she came back with the envelope of Miss Gwilt’s letter open in her hand.
“Thank you, ma’am, for the scarf,” said Rachel, putting the open letter composedly on the counterpane of the bed.