"I have done nothing to compromise you, Geoffrey.

Nobody but Blanche knows I am at Windygates.
And I have contrived to make my inquiries about you without allowing her to suspect our secret." She stopped, and began to tremble.

She saw something more in his face than she had read in it at first.

"I got your letter," she went on, rallying her sinking courage.

"I don't complain of its being so short: you don't like letter-writing, I know.