“Ay? ay? Your good opinion of her hasn’t altered, though she has treated you so badly?”
“My good opinion makes allowance for the state of my poor darling’s mind, after the shock that has fallen on her,” Alban answered quietly. “She is not my Emily now. She will be my Emily yet. I told her I was convinced of it, in the old days at school—and my conviction is as strong as ever. Have you seen her, since I have been away at Netherwoods?”
“Yes; and she is as angry with me as she is with you.”
“For the same reason?”
“No, no. I heard enough to warn me to hold my tongue. I refused to help her—that’s all. You are a man, and you may run risks which no young girl ought to encounter. Do you remember when I asked you to drop all further inquiries into the murder, for Emily’s sake? The circumstances have altered since that time. Can I be of any use?”
“Of the greatest use, if you can give me Miss Jethro’s address.”
“Oh! You mean to begin in that way, do you?”
“Yes. You know that Miss Jethro visited me at Netherwoods?”
“Go on.”
“She showed me your answer to a letter which she had written to you. Have you got that letter?”