The next instant she had gently drawn it out and was reading it.

The paper was Dorrimore's letter.
"Of course, I knew there was a man at the bottom of the business.

And a marriage too.

Hoity toity, that's another pair of shoes." She threw back a fold of the cloak, and scrutinised Lavinia's left hand.
"No wedding ring!" she gasped.

"I might ha' guessed as much.