XXVMiss Masterman was writing a letter. It began, “Dear Mr. Trower——” and it ended, “Yours sincerely, Agnes Masterman.” It was written in a firm, legible hand.
When she had signed her name she folded the sheet, put it in an envelope, and addressed it to Messrs. Trower and Wakefield, Solicitors. Then she put on her hat and the shabby fur coat and walked down the drive.
She came back in about twenty minutes. Mr. Masterman was knocking about the balls in the billiard-room. When he saw his sister come in, still in her outdoor things, he frowned and said,
“Where have you been?”
She came right up to the table before she answered him. Watching her come, he felt a growing uneasiness. When she said, “To post a letter”, the uneasiness became an absolute oppression. He wanted to ask her, “What le
