She was not afraid of any one finding it in her possession, except her husband.

So she wore it proudly day after day.
One morning, about ten days after the departure of "Mr.Scott," the postman left a letter for her.

It was a drop-letter.

She opened it and read.
It was without date or signature, and merely contained these lines: "Business detains me from you longer than I had expected to stay.

Do not be anxious.