While Rosa was wringing her hands in real anguish of heart, Lady Cicely
read the letter carefully.

"I don't believe this," said she quietly.

"Not true! Why, who would be so wicked as to stab a poor, inoffensive
wretch like me, if it wasn't true?"

"The first ugly woman would, in a minute. Don't you see the witer
can't tell you where he goes? Dwives his bwougham out! That is all your
infaumant knows."

"Oh, my dear friend, bless you! What have I been complaining to you
about? All is light, except to lose his love. What shall I do? I will
never tell him. I will never affront him by saying I suspected him."

"Wosa, if you do that, you will always have a serpent gnawing you. No;
you must put the letter quietly into his hand, and say, 'Is there any
truth in that?'"

"Oh, I could not. I haven't the courage. If I do that, I shall know by
his face if there is any truth in it."

"Well, and you must know the twuth. You shall know it. I want to know
it too; for if he does not love you twuly, I will nevaa twust myself to
anything so deceitful as a man."

Rosa at last consented to follow this advice.

After dinner she put the letter into Christopher's hand, and asked him