And now here was the letter--a much fatter letter than usual, too.
Pegler, of course, said nothing.

It was not her place to know the hand-writing of any of the gentlemen who wrote to her mistress.
Miss Farrow took the letter, and there came a faint, a very faint, flush over her face.

She said: "I hope Miss Bubbles has had a good night.

Have you been in to her yet, Pegler ?" "Yes, ma'am.

She looks rather excited-like.