"She has gone back?"

"Went this very morning, before I had your card--let us get out of
the way of people. She has been dreadfully home-sick. About a
fortnight ago a mysterious letter came for her she hid it away from
me. A few days after another came, and she shut herself up for a
long time, and when she came out again I saw she had been crying.
Then we talked it over. She had written to Mr. Dally and got an
answer that made her miserable; that was the _first_ letter. She
wrote again, and had a reply that made her still more wretched; and
that was the _second_. Two or three more came, and yesterday she
could bear it no longer."

"Then she has gone home to make it up with him?"

"Of course. He declared that she has utterly lost her character and
that no honest man could have anything more to say to her! I
shouldn't wonder if they are married in a few weeks' time."

Hilliard laughed light-heartedly.

"I was to beg you on my knees to forgive her," pursued Eve. "But I
can't very well do that in the middle of the street, can I? Really,
she thinks she has behaved disgracefully to you. She wouldn't write
a letter--she was ashamed. 'Tell him to forget all about me!' she
kept saying."

"Good little girl! And what sort of a husband will this fellow Dally
make her?"