I stopped, on a sudden, to ask an important question before we set forth.
“One of the paragraphs of the anonymous letter,” I said, “contains some sentences of minute personal description. Sir Percival Glyde’s name is not mentioned, I know—but does that description at all resemble him?”
“Accurately—even in stating his age to be forty-five----”
Forty-five; and she was not yet twenty-one! Men of his age married wives of her age every day—and experience had shown those marriages to be often the
as I used to look over my lessons when I was a little girl, and when I was sadly afraid that I should turn out not fit to be heard.”
She made the confession very prettily and simply, and, with quaint, childish earnestness, drew the sketch-book away close to her own side of the table. Miss Halcombe