CHAPTER XIV.
The Letter It was about a fortnight later.
Edith and Bruce, from different directions, arrived at the same moment at their door, and went up together in the lift.

On the little hall-table was a letter addressed to Edith.

She took it up rather quickly, and went into the drawing-room.

Bruce followed her.
'That a letter, Edith ?' 'What do you suppose it is, Bruce ?' 'What _could_ I have supposed it was, Edith?
A plum pudding ?' He laughed very much.
'You are very humorous today, Bruce.' She sat down with her hat, veil and gloves on, holding the letter.

She did not go to her room, because that would leave her no further retreat.