ut this,
Christobel quietly laid aside.

She took pen and paper, and wrote at once the note for which Emma
waited.

"DEAR ANN,--I enclose a letter from your brother which came, addressed
to me, this morning, but was evidently intended for you. I have read
only the first page, which was quite sufficient to make the true state
of affairs perfectly clear to me.

"Providence has indeed interposed, by means of the Professor's
absent-minded ways, to prevent the wrecking of three lives--mine, your
brother's, and that of the man I love; to whom I shall be betrothed
before the day is over.

"I shall not tell the Professor that I have seen a portion of his
letter to you. I think we owe it to him not to do so. He has always
been a true and honourable friend to me.

"Yours,
"C. C."

When Emma had duly departed with this letter and enclosure, Miss
Charteris breathed more freely. She had been afraid lest, in her
righteous indignation, in her consciousness of the terrible mischief so
nearly wrought, she should write too strongly to Miss Ann, thus causing
her unnecessary pain.

It was quite impossible, to the fine generosity of a nature such as
that of Christobel Charteris, really to understand the mean,
self-centred, unscrupulous dishonesty of an action such as this of Miss
Ann's. From the calm heights whereon she walked, such small-minded
selfishness of motive did not come within her field of vision. She
could never bring herself to believe worse of Miss Ann than that, in
some incomprehensible way, she had laboured under a delusion regarding
herself and the Professor.

Miss Ann disposed of, she turned to the Professor's letter.

It was not the letter of her dream, by any means; nor was it the letter
she had sometimes dreamed he would write.

It was straightforward and simple; and, holding the key to the
situation, she could read between the lines a certain amount of
dismayed surprise, which made her heartily sorry for her old friend.

The Professor touched on their long friendship, his regard for her
parents, his sincere admiration for herself; their unity of interests
and congeniality of tastes; his sudden change of fortunes; quoted a
little Greek, a little Sanskrit, and a little Persian; then, fortified
by these familiar aids to the emotions, offered her marriage, in
valiant and unmistakable terms.

Christobel's heart stood still as she realized that not one word in
that letter would have revealed to h