And the instant they were alone, he tapped the girl's arm and gave her a curiously warning look.
"Hush, my dear!" he whispered.

"Not a word--don't want your mother to know! Listen--have you a specimen--letter--anything--of your cousin, the Squire's handwriting?
Anything so long as it's his.

You have?
Give it to me--say nothing to your mother.

Wait until tomorrow morning.

I'll run over to see you again--about noon.