Nevertheless, although she listened intently, some of her rigidity had gone.

When Lady Agatha had finished Miss Pringle said: "I suppose that you can prove that you are really Lady Agatha Fairhaven ?" For answer Lady Agatha went to one of her trunks and opened it.

She drew therefrom a letter, and passed it over without a word.
As Miss Pringle read it, her face lighted up.

She did not lose her primness, but her suspicion seemed altogether to depart.
"A letter from Emmeline Pankhurst!" she said, in a hushed voice, handling the missive as if it were a sacred relic.

"Can you ever forgive me ?" "There is nothing to forgive," beamed Lady Agatha.