She heard voices in the south room, and entered with a little cough.
Horace and the new-comer were standing there talking.

The moment Sylvia entered, Horace stepped forward.

"I hardly know how to introduce you," he said; "I hardly know the relationship.

But, Mrs.
Whitman, here is Miss Fletcher--Miss Rose Fletcher." "Who accepts your hospitality with the utmost gratitude," said Miss Rose Fletcher, extending a little hand in a wonderful loose gray travelling glove.

Mrs.Whitman took the offered hand and let it drop.
She was rigid and prim.