“Have you said, or done, anything to offend Miss de Sor?” he asked.
“Nothing whatever!” Emily declared, startled by the question. “What makes you think I have offended her?”
“I have been trying to find a reason for the change in her,” Mirabel answered—“especially the change toward yourself.”
“Well?”
“Well—she means mischief.”
“Mischief of what sort?”
“Of a sort which may expose her to discovery—unless she disarms suspicion at the outset. That is (as I believe) exactly what she has been doing this evening. I needn’t warn you to be on your guard.”
All the next day Emily was on the watch for events—and nothing happened. Not the slightest appearance of jealousy betrayed itself in Francine. She made no attempt to attract to herself the attentions of Mirabel; and she showed no hostility to Emily, either by word, look, or manner.
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The day after, an event occurred at Netherwoods. Alban Morris received an anonymous letter, addressed to him in these terms: