She was a good girl....

That, at least, was a satisfaction.
Then he turned from the window again.
"Well ?" said his wife.
"I suppose it must be as she says." III It was an hour before sunset when Marjorie came out again into the walled garden that had become for her now a kind of sanctuary, and in her hand she carried a letter, sealed and inscribed.

On the outside the following words were written: "To Mr.Robin Audrey.

At Matstead.
"Haste, haste, haste." Within, the sheet was covered from top to bottom with the neat convent-hand she had learnt from the nuns.

The most of it does not concern us.