At last he handed them back to me.

"Do you think," he said, "on the evidence of these, I should be doing wrong in breaking with her ?" "Wrong in breaking with her!" I exclaimed.

"You would be doing wrong if you didn't,--wrong to yourself; wrong to your family; wrong, if I may venture to say so, to Daphne; wrong even in the long run to the girl herself; for she is not fitted for you, and she IS fitted for Reggie Nettlecraft.

Now, do as I bid you.

Sit down at once and write her a letter from my dictation." He sat down and wrote, much relieved that I took the responsibility off his shoulders.
"DEAR MISS MONTAGUE," I began, "the inclosed letters have come into my hands without my seeking it.