“Your affectionate cousin,
“Raine Chetwynd.”
When he had tossed the letter into the tray for the next post, he felt relieved, and went on with his work.
But the next morning he received a note by hand from Mrs. Monteith, which he tore up wrathfully into little pieces and threw into the waste-paper basket.
It ran:—
“My dear Raine,—Men are the funniest creatures! I laughed over your letter till I cried.
“Your affectionate cousin,
“Nora Monteith.”
Which shows how a woman can know your mind from a sample, when you yourself are in doubt with the whole piece before you.