I brought 'em to you to sell, because I ain't got no other way of raising money, and if we don't pay our rent by tomorrow night we'll be put out.

I never done anythin' of the kind before, and if you'd speak to Mr.Selden or to Mr.
Rosedale about getting Haffen taken on again at the Benedick--I seen you talking to Mr.Rosedale on the steps that day you come out of Mr.
Selden's rooms----" The blood rushed to Lily's forehead.

She understood now--Mrs.Haffen supposed her to be the writer of the letters.

In the first leap of her anger she was about to ring and order the woman out; but an obscure impulse restrained her.

The mention of Selden's name had started a new train of thought.