Of course she could say no more, since Louise was in the room; but glancing at the dressing-table, which was now stripped of its pretty things in silver and tortoise-shell, a letter addressed in my grandmother's handwriting caught my eye.

It must have come since I went out; and there must be something in it to explain our sudden departure.
"There is nothing wrong at Aghadoe, is there ?" I asked, in sharp fear.
"I should have told you, Bawn, if there was.

They are quite well." I went out of the room into my own little room, where my trunks stood in the middle, locked and labelled.

The letter must have come immediately after I had gone out.

What could it contain that necessitated this hurried flight?
I looked around the little room where I had been happy for a fortnight, and my eyes filled with tears.