THE SILVER FOX 139 



the thrushes in the shrubberies below were 

 piercing it with long shafts of rhapsody. 

 Lady Susan and Bunbury were walking 

 under the bare and drooping branches some 

 distance in front. 



*' Well," repeated Glasgow, " what about 

 this martyr to principle 1 " 



" It was I," she said, and everything 

 around seemed to throb and stand still, 

 like her heart. 



*' Perhaps you will kindly explain what 

 you mean," he said, very coldly and 

 politely. 



"You lent me a book last month — the 

 Fortnightly Review — and I found a letter 

 to you in it, a letter that you had forgotten 

 was there." 



He remained silent for a moment, and 

 then spoke with a jerk — 



" May I ask who it was from ?" 



'* A woman." 



"You read it r' 



*'I could hardly help reading it, it w^as all 

 on the first sheet." 



