He said he'd wait, please, for an answer." "Oh, very well, Rosa." Miss Greggory took the note and spoke with an elaborate air of indifference that was meant to express a calm ignoring of the puzzled questioning in the other's eyes.

The next moment she read this in Arkwright's peculiar scrawl: "If you've already forgiven the unforgivable, you'll do it again, I know, and come down-stairs.

Won't you, please?
I want to see you." Miss Greggory lifted her head with a jerk.

Her face was a painful red.
"Tell Mr.Arkwright I can't possibly--" She came to an abrupt pause.

Her eyes had encountered Rosa's, and in Rosa's eyes the puzzled questioning was plainly fast becoming a shrewd suspicion.
There was the briefest of hesitations; then, lightly, Miss Greggory tossed the note aside.
"Tell Mr.Arkwright I'll be down at once, please," she directed carelessly, as she turned back into the room.
But she was not down at once.