"What now, Susan Posey, my dear ?" "O Mr.Gridley, I am in such trouble! What shall I do?
What shall I do ?" She turned back the name and the bottom of the letter in such a way that Mr.Gridley could read nothing but the few lines relating their adventure.
"So Mr.Clement Lindsay has been saving a life, has he, and got some hard knocks doing it, hey, Susan Posey?
Well, well, Clement Lindsay is a brave fellow, and there is no need of hiding his name, my child.

Let me take the letter again a moment, Susan Posey.

What is the date of it?
June 16th.

Yes,--yes,--yes!" He read the paragraph over again, and the signature too, if he wanted to; for poor Susan had found that her secret was hardly opaque to those round spectacles and the eyes behind them, and, with a not unbecoming blush, opened the fold of the letter before she handed it back.
"No, no, Susan Posey.

He will come all right.