“You have told me your reason for going to Fulham,” he said. “But I have not heard what happened there yet.”
Anne hesitated. “Is it necessary for me to trouble you about that?” she asked—with evident reluctance to enter on the subject.
“It is absolutely necessary,” answered Sir Patrick, “because Delamayn is concerned in it.”
Anne summoned her resolution, and entered on her narrative in these words:
“The person who carries on the business here discovered the address for me,” she began. “I had some difficulty, however, in finding the house. It is little more than a cottage; and it is quite lost in a great garden, surrounded by high walls. I saw a carriage waiting. The coachman was walking his horses up and down—and he showed me the door. It was a high wooden door in the wall, with a grating in it. I rang the bell. A servant-girl opened the grating, and looked at me. She refused to let me in. Her mistress had ordered her to close the door on all strangers—especially strangers who were women. I contrived to pass some money to her through the grating, and asked to speak to her mistress. After waiting some time, I saw another face behind the bars—and it struck me that I recognized it. I suppose I was nervous. It startled me. I said, ‘I think we know each other.’ There was no answer. The door was suddenly opened—and who do you think stood before me?”
“Was it somebody I know?”
“Yes.”
“Man? or woman?”
“It was Hester Dethridge.”
“Hester Dethridge!”