Senora Gredos' dressing-room long?"

"For about three months, sir. I saw it one morning when I
took up her breakfast and fell in love with the handsome face.
Then Gibber told me the gentleman came to the house sometimes,
and I went up the stairs against orders after eight to watch.
I saw him and found him more good-looking than the photograph.
Often did I watch him and envy Senora Gredos the picture with
them loving words. Sir," said Susan, sitting up stiffly, "if
Mr. Mallow is engaged to Miss Saxon and doesn't love Senora
Gredos, why did he write those words?"

"He did not write them for her," said Jennings doubtfully, "at
least I don't think so. It is impossible to say how the
photograph came into the possession of that lady."

"Will you ask him, sir?"

"Yes, when you are gone. But he won't speak while you are in
the room."

Susan drooped her head and rose dolefully. "My dream is
gone," she said mournfully, "though I was improving myself in
spelling and figures so that I might go out as a governess and
perhaps meet him in high circles."

"Ah, that's all Family Herald fiction," said Jennings, not
unkindly.

"Yes! I know now, sir. My delusions are gone. But I will do