In the safe haven of her own room Violet recovered somewhat.

Field left her in the charge of her maid, but the latter she very quickly dismissed.
She sat before the fire clad in a wrapper, still shivering spasmodically, but growing gradually calmer.
"I believe there is a letter on the writing-table," she said to the maid as she was about to go out.

"Take it with you and put it in the box downstairs!" The girl returned and took up the letter that Field had written that evening.

"It isn't stamped my lady," she began; and then in a tone of surprise: "Why, it is addressed to your ladyship!" Violet started.

"Give it to me!" she commanded "That will do.