Hyacinth felt somewhat soothed, and resolved to think no more of Cecil
Reeve. She then turned up the light again, took her writing materials,
and wrote him three long letters, each of which she tore up. She then
wrote once more, saying--

'DEAR MR REEVE,

'I shall be at home today at four. Do come round and see me.'


She put it under her pillow, resolving to send it by a messenger the
first thing in the morning, and went to sleep.

But this letter, like the others, was never sent. By the morning light
she marvelled at having written it, and threw it into the fire.




CHAPTER XI


The Troubles of the Ottleys


'Bruce', said Edith, 'you won't forget we're dining with your people
tonight?'

'It's a great nuisance.'