The shadow of disappointment that flitted across Genevra's face was not observed by the others.

Bobby Browne and his wife were off strolling in the lower end of the park.
"Poor old Deppy," cried his wife.

"I've made up my mind to be exceedingly nice to you for a whole day." "I suppose I ought to beat you," he said slowly.
"Beat me?
Why, pray ?" "I received an anonymous letter this morning, telling me of your goings-on with Bobby Browne," said he easily.

"It was stuck under my door by Bromley, who said that Miss Pelham gave it to her.

Miss Pelham referred me to Mr.Britt and Mr.Britt urged me to keep the letter for future reference.