There were papers and letters scattered about this desk, and these she turned over, glancing toward the door to be sure no one was coming.

The letters were, for the most part, messages of sympathy from friends of the Warren family.

Hearing an approaching step, she hastily returned to the chair.
Edwards, the butler, entered the library and replenished the fire.

Mrs.
Dunn languidly accosted him.
"Ah--er--Edwards," she said, "you are--er--growing familiar with your new home ?" "Yes, ma'am," replied Edwards, politely.
"It must seem--er--small compared to the other." "Smaller; yes, ma'am." "But very snug and comfortable." "Yes, ma 'am." "It is fortunate that Miss Warren and her brother have the aid of such a--an old servant of the family." "Thank you, ma'am." "Is Miss Caroline managing her own affairs ?" "Apparently so.

Yes, ma'am." "I presume, however, a guardian has been appointed?
With an estate such as the late Mr.Warren _must_ have left, some responsible person would be, of course, necessary." She paused.