"
Kitty bit her lip.
"But if I tell nobody who wrote it--and you tell nobody?"
"Ashe would know at once. Everybody would know."
"William would know," his companion admitted, unwillingly. "But I don't
see why anybody else should. You see, I've put myself in--I've said the
most shocking things!"
Darrell replied that she would not find that device of much service to
her.
"However--I can no doubt get an opinion for you."
Kitty, all delight, thanked him profusely.
"You shall have the whole of it before you go--Friday, isn't it?" she
said, eagerly gathering it up.
Darrell was certainly conscious of no desire to burden himself with the
horrid thing. But he was rarely able to refuse the request of a pretty
and fashionable woman, and it flattered his conceit to be the sole
recipient of what might very well turn out to be a political secret of
some importance. Not that he meant to lay himself open to any just
reproach whatever in the matter. He would show it to some fitting
person--to pacify Lady Kitty--write a letter of strong protest to her
afterwards--and wash his hands of it. What might happen then was not his
business.
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