'It's from Mr.Cobb; came yesterday, but I didn't care to talk about it then.

Yes, please read it; I want you to.' Reluctantly, but with curiosity, Emmeline glanced over the sheet.
Mr.Cobb wrote in ignorance of Miss Derrick's having left home.

It was a plain, formal letter, giving a brief account of his doings in Ireland, and making a request that Louise would meet him, if possible, on Streatham Common, at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

And he signed himself--'Very sincerely yours.' 'I made up my mind at once,' said the girl, 'that I wouldn't meet him.

That kind of thing will have to stop.