The letter ended in these lines:
“If I have taken an undue liberty in venturing, unasked, to appear as your representative, I can only plead that I meant well. It seemed to me to be hard on these poor people, and not just to you in your absence, to interpose any needless delays in carrying out those kind intentions of yours, which had no doubt been properly considered beforehand. In forming your opinion of my conduct, pray remember that I have been careful not to compromise you in any way. You are only known to Madame Marillac as a compassionate person who offers to help her, and who wishes to give that help anonymously. If, notwithstanding this, you disapprove of what I have done, I must not conceal that it will grieve and humiliate me—I have been so eager to be of use to you, when others appeared to hesitate. I must find my consolation in remembering that I have become acquainted with one of the sweetest and noblest of women, and that I have helped to preserve her afflicted son from dangers in the future which I cannot presume to estimate. You will complete what I have only begun. Be forbearing and kind to me if I have innocently offended in this matter—and I shall gratefully remember the day when I took it on myself to be Mr. Romayne’s almoner.”
Lady Loring read these concluding sentences twice over.
“I think the end of your letter will have its effect on him,” she said.
“If it brings me a kind letter in reply,” Stella answered, “it will have all the effect I hope for.”
“If it does anything,” Lady Loring rejoined, “it will do more than that.”
“What more can it do?”
“My dear, it can bring Romayne back to you.”
Those hopeful words seemed rather to startle Stella than to encourage her.
“Bring him back to me?” she repeated “Oh, Adelaide, I wish I could think as you do!”