I say it's cruel to _him_ to keep him in ignorance of
what has happened. Why didn't you take the letter away from Major Hynd?"
"Gently, Stella! The Major is going to make inquiries about the widow
and children when he returns to London."
"When he returns!" Stella repeated indignantly. "Who knows what the poor
wretches may be suffering in the interval, and what Romayne may feel
if he ever hears of it? Tell me the address again--it was somewhere in
Islington, you said."
"Why do you want to know it?" Lady Loring asked. "You are not going to
write to Romayne yourself?"
"I am going to think, before I do anything. If you can't trust my
discretion, Adelaide, you have only to say so!"
It was spoken sharply. Lady Loring's reply betrayed a certain loss
of temper on her side. "Manage your own affairs, Stella--I have done
meddling with them." Her unlucky visit to Romayne at the hotel had been
a subject of dispute between the two friends--and this referred to it.
"You shall have the address," my lady added in her grandest manner. She
wrote it on a piece of paper, and left the room.
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