She went back to her bedroom with it.
After breakfast Mrs.Lessingham spoke for a while of news contained in her correspondence; then of a sudden asked: "You hadn't any letters ?" "Yes, aunt; one." "My child, you are far from well this morning.

The fever hasn't gone.
Your face burns." "Yes." "May I ask from whom the letter was ?" "I have it here--to show you." A choking of her voice broke the sentence.

She held out the letter.

Mrs.Lessingham found the following lines:-- "DEAR CECILY, "I have, of course, returned to Naples, and I earnestly hope I may see you between ten and eleven to-morrow morning.

I must see you alone.