'He's in a fearful rage with you just now,' said Caffyn; 'he's found out about that letter--that letter you burnt.' 'Mabel said I was never to worry about that horrid letter any more--and I'm not going to--so it's no use your trying to make me,' said Dolly defiantly. And then, as her fears grew, she added, 'What about that letter?' 'Well,' said Caffyn, 'it appears that the letter you tore the stamp off was from Vincent (it had a foreign stamp, I remember), and it was very important. He never got an answer, and he found out somehow that it was because you burnt it--and then--my goodness, Dolly, what a rage he was in!' 'I don't care,' said Dolly. 'Mabel will tell Vincent how it was--_she_ knows.' 'Ah, but you see she _don't_ know,' said Caffyn. 'Do you suppose if she had known who the letter was from and what it was about she would have taken it so quietly? Why, she thinks it was only an old envelope you burnt--I heard her say so--you know she still believes Vincent is dead. She doesn't know the truth yet, but Vincent will tell her. Are you coming up to see him?' 'No,' said Dolly, trembling; 'I--I think I won't--not to-day.' 'Wise child!' said Caffyn, approvingly. 'Between ourselves, Dolly, poor Vincent has come back in such a queer state that he's not fit to see anyone just yet, and we're dreadfully afraid of his meeting Mabel and frightening her.' 'Oh, don't let him come--don't!' cried terrified Dolly. 'Well, I tell you what we've done--I got Mark to agree to it--we haven't told him that you're any of you at home at all; he thinks you're all away, and he's coming with me into the country to-morrow; so, unless you tell Mabel you've seen him----' 'Oh, but I won't; I don't _want_ her to know--not now!' said Dolly. 'Oh, and I was so glad when I first heard of it! Is he--is he _very_ angry, Harold?' 'I don't advise you to come near him just yet,' he said. 'You won't tell Fraeulein, of course? I'll see you to the carriage ... how do, Fraeulein? Home, I suppose?' And the last thing he saw was Dolly's frightened glance up at the window as the carriage drove off. 'She won't tell _this_ time,' he said to himself. And indeed poor Dolly was silent enough all the way home, and met Fraeulein Moser's placid stream of talk with short and absent answers. That evening, however, in the schoolroom, she roused herself to express a sudden interest in Colin's stamp album, which she coaxed him to show her. As he was turning over the pages, one by one, she stopped him suddenly. 'What is that one?' she said, pointing out a green-coloured stamp amongst the colonial varieties. 'Can't you read?' said Colin, a little contemptuously, even while regarding this healthy interest as a decided sign of grace in a girl: 'there's "Ceylon Postage" on the top, isn't there? It isn't rare, though--twenty-four cents--I gave twopence for it; but I've had much more expensive ones, only I swopped them. If you _want_ to see a rare one, here's a Virgin Islands down here----'