"Where's Miss Janet ?" she demanded of the butler.
"Still in the blue _salon_, ma'am, I think," he replied.

"Mr.Arthur Ranger just left a few moments ago." Clearing her surface of all traces of agitation, Mrs.Whitney went into the presence of her daughter.

"Mamma!" cried Janet, starting up.

"Has anything happened ?" "Nothing, nothing, dear," replied her mother, kissing her tenderly.

"I was afraid my letter might have miscarried.