"I will say nothing of my own feelings," the maiden lady explained.

"In justice to the other female servants, it was impossible for me to keep such a person in my house; and, in justice to you, I must most unwillingly stand in the way of Fanny Mere's prospects by mentioning my reason for parting with her." "If I could see the young woman and speak to her," Iris said, "I should like to decide the question of engaging her, for myself." The lady knew the address of her discharged servant, and--with some appearance of wonder--communicated it.

Miss Henley wrote at once, telling Fanny Mere to come to her on the following day.
When she woke on the next morning, later than usual, an event occurred which Iris had been impatiently expecting for some time past.

She found a letter waiting on her bedside table, side by side with her cup of tea.

Lord Harry had written to her at last.
Whether he used his pen or his tongue, the Irish lord's conduct was always more or less in need of an apology.