But as I say, you would have heard of it sooner or later.

Put it out of your head, my dear; it's not the kind of story to dwell upon; though I suppose nowadays young girls read and hear about these sort of things every day.
Now mind! you're to come to see me whenever you feel inclined." Celia promised warmly, and the childless woman stood in the doorway and sighed as she watched the girlish figure going lightly down the drive.
Celia was feeling very happy; she would try to make a friend of Susie, and forget the story of her ruin and the name of Derrick Dene..