scandal that was going about, that might hurt the girl. That was the sort of woman she was; thinking of everybody before herself."
"Hm!" said my mistress, "and did they come?"
"Yes, Madame, and my mistress told me the girl was a dear—that was her own word, and she hoped she could really make friends with her."
"Was Mr. Whittall present at this luncheon?"
"No, Madame. My mistress had fixed a day when she knew he would be out of town."
"When was this?"
"I cannot say to a day. Late
their place in Riverdale. Her husband was dining with friends in the city. After dinner, that is to say about nine-thirty, she had complained of the heat, and had asked her maid, Mary Thole, for a light wrap, saying that she would walk in the grounds for a few minutes. Almost immediately after she left