She was learning to be patient in these days.
Miss Rowly did say anything about it that day, or the next, or the next.
The third-morning, she received another letter which she had read in an enlightening manner.

She began its perusal with set brow frowning, then she nodded her head and smiled.

She put the letter back in its envelope and placed it in the little bag always carried.

But she said nothing.
Stephen wondered, but waited.
That night, when Stephen's maid had left her, there came a gentle tap at her door, and an instant after the door opened.

The tap had been a warning, not a request; it had in a measure prepared Stephen, who was not surprised to see her Aunt in dressing-gown, though it was many a long day since she had visited her niece's room at night.