It was for Miss Derrick; the handwriting, as Emmeline knew, that of Mr.Cobb.
'Oh, bother!' Louise murmured, as she took the letter from Mrs.
Mumford's hand.

'Well, I'm a trouble to everybody, and I don't know how it'll all end.

I daresay I shan't live very long.' 'Don't talk nonsense, Louise.' 'Should you like me to go at once, Mrs.Mumford ?' the girl asked, with a submissive sigh.
'No, no.

Let us think over it for a day or two.

Perhaps you haven't quite made up your mind, after all.' To this, oddly enough, Louise gave no reply.