He forgot where he had thrown their letters as waste paper, and you'll see by that letter of his he took some trouble to write to me to go and get them, for fear they should be found and the girls talked about." Sophia stood still in dismay.
"There!" said Eliza, "I knew you'd feel hurt, but I thought you'd better know for all that.

There's no harm done, only they'd better have a good setting down about it." She began to turn back again.

"I must go," she said, "the dining-room girls are rushed off their feet; but if I were you, Miss Sophia, I wouldn't say a word to anyone else about it.

Some one came in while I was getting these letters, but it was dark and I dodged round and made off without being seen, so that I needn't explain.
It wouldn't do for the girls, you know--" Sophia turned the letters about in her hand.

One was from Cyril Harkness to Eliza; the others were poor, foolish little notes, written by Blue and Red.