CHAPTER XXV 



THE LETTER 



When Miss Grimshaw saw Bobby leading Mr 

 Giveen to the bazaar entrance she returned to 

 her duties with so distracted a mind that she sold 

 a seven-and-sixpenny tea-cloth to Mrs Passover, 

 the sanitary inspector's wife, for two-and-six- 

 pence, and was only conscious of the fact when she 

 was reminded of it by Miss SKmon, the presiding 

 genius of the stall. 



On the pretext of a headache she released herself 

 at five o'clock and made directly for The Martens, 

 where she found Mr French smoking a cigar and 

 reading a novel, and utterly oblivious of the fact 

 that he had promised to attend the bazaar. 



" What's up? " said French, putting his book 

 and reading glasses down and staring at the girl, 

 whose face and manner were eloquent of news. 



" He's come." 



" Who? " 



" Mr Giveen." 



The owner of Garry o wen sprang to his feet. 



"He's come, has he! Where is he? He's 



come, has he! — " 



"Stop!" she said, half -frightened with the 

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