You remember the name of Miss Elvan?
A fortnight ago--imagine the scene--she walked into the shop with a friend of hers, a Miss Cross, who has been one of my customers from the first.

As soon as she caught sight of me she turned and ran; yes, ran out into the street in indignation and horror.

Of course she must have told her friend, and whether Miss Cross will ever come to the shop again, I don't know.

I never mentioned that name to you, did I?
The Crosses were friends of Norbert Franks.

And, by the bye, I hear that Franks was married to Miss Elvan a few days ago--just after her awful discovery.
No doubt she told him, and perhaps he'll drop my acquaintance." "You don't mean that ?" "Well, not quite; but it wouldn't surprise me if his wife told him that really one mustn't be too intimate with grocers.