Half mechanically she crossed the room and picked it up; but almost at once she dropped it with a low cry.
"Billy! He--saw--Billy!" Then a flood of understanding dyed her face scarlet as she turned and fled to the blessedly unseeing walls of her own room.
Not ten minutes later Rosa tapped at her door with a note.
"It's from Mr.Arkwright, Miss.

He's downstairs." Rosa's eyes were puzzled, and a bit startled.
"Mr.Arkwright!" "Yes, Miss.

He's come again.

That is, I didn't know he'd went--but he must have, for he's come again now.

He wrote something in a little book; then he tore it out and gave it to me.