Finally she produced a letter which had just arrived, and as it was in a female hand, Miss Greeb watched its effect on her admired lodger with the keen eyes of a jealous woman.

When she saw him flush and seize it eagerly, casting, meanwhile, an impatient look on her to leave the room, she knew the truth at once, and retired hurriedly to the kitchen, where she shed floods of tears.
"I might have guessed it," gasped Miss Greeb to a comfortable cat which lay selfishly before the fire.

"He's far too good-looking not to be snapped up.

He'll be leaving me and setting up house with that other woman.

I only hope she'll do for him as well as I have done.