She asks me to come at once.

It's in this bag somewhere.
I declare I never can find anything! Anyway, she wants me to come." "When did you get the letter ?" "On the noon mail, of course." Esther turned away.

She knew very well that there had been no letter from Detroit on the noon mail.

But there seemed no use in saying so.
These little "inaccuracies" were becoming common enough.

At first Esther had exposed and laughed at them as merely humorous mistakes; but that attitude had long been replaced by a cold disgust which did not scruple to call things by their right names.