When Warburton reached his lodging the next evening he found a letter on his table.

Again the fine feminine hand; it was the second time that Rosamund had written to him.

A vague annoyance mingled with his curiosity as he tore the envelope.

She began by telling him of a drawing she had made in Camberwell Grove--not bad, it seemed to her, but she wished for his opinion.

Then, in a new paragraph: "I have seen Norbert again.