getting another situation; I expect I can find you something myself.
I'll ask among all my friends."

Nora made no reply to this affable speech.

"Come on, Dorothy; we really haven't any time to lose," said Wickham
hurriedly.

"Good-by, Miss Marsh."

"Good-by," said Nora dully. She stood, her hands resting on the table,
her eyes fastened on the long blue envelope which Mr. Wynne had
forgotten. From a long way off she heard the wheels of the cab on the
driveway.




CHAPTER IV


"I thought they were never going. Well?"

It was Miss Pringle who had come in from her retreat in the garden,
eager to hear the news the moment she had seen the Wickhams driving
away. Nora turned and looked at her without a word.

Miss Pringle was genuinely startled at the drawn look on her face.

"Nora! What's the matter? Isn't it as much as you thought?"