Was it possible to be mistaken in those bold thickly-written characters, with some of the letters so quaintly formed?
"Oh, Hugh, I am miserable enough as it is," she broke out; "don't distract me by disputing what I know! Think of a woman so kind, so disinterested, so charming--the very opposite of a false creature--think of Mrs.Vimpany having deceived me!" There was not the slightest reason, thus far, for placing that interpretation on what had happened.

Mountjoy gently, very gently, remonstrated.
"My dear, we really don't know yet that Mrs.Vimpany has been acting under Lord Harry's instructions.

Wait a little before you suspect your fellow-traveller of offering her services for the purpose of deceiving you." Iris was angry with him again: "Why did Mrs.Vimpany never tell me she knew Lord Harry?
Isn't that suspicious ?" Mountjoy smiled.

"Let me put a question on my side," he said.

"Did _you_ tell Mrs.Vimpany you knew Lord Harry ?" Iris made no reply; her face spoke for her.