She had then recrossed the Channel with a wonderful message, a courteous challenge, to her friend's duplicate, who had in turn granted through her every satisfaction.

The duplicate had in other words bravely let Miss Wenham know exactly who she was.

Miss Wenham, in whose personal tradition the flame of resentment appeared to have been reduced by time to the palest ashes--for whom indeed the story of the great schism was now but a legend only needing a little less dimness to make it romantic--Miss Wenham had promptly responded by a letter fragrant with the hope that old threads might be taken up.

It was a relationship that they must puzzle out together, and she had earnestly sounded the other party to it on the subject of a possible visit.

Addie had met her with a definite promise; she would come soon, she would come when free, she would come in July; but meanwhile she sent her deputy.