The door opened, and the buxom little maid brought in two letters on the salver she had just been taught to use.
One of the envelopes was addressed in a clear, ordinary lady's hand; the other, cheap and poor in quality, was in a firm, and yet unformed, handwriting.
Enid glanced at the two elder ladies; they were talking together eagerly.
She walked over to the bow-shaped window, and opened the commoner envelope: Dear Madam, I hope you will excuse me writing to tell you that my husband has had to leave Mr.Winter's situation.

Piper considers he has been treated shameful, and that if he chose he could get the law on Mr.Winter.I am writing to you unknown to Piper.

If you could see me I think I could explain exactly what it is I want Piper to get.

There do seem a difficulty now in getting jobs of Piper's sort, but from what he has told me there were one or two other jobs you heard of that might have suited him.
Yours respectfully, Amelia Piper.
Enid Crofton stared down at the signature with a sensation of puzzled dismay.

_Piper married ?_ This was indeed a complication, and a complication which in her most anxious communings she had never thought of.