Dolly had not been long in recovering from the effect of Caffyn's last act of terrorism; for a day or two she had trembled, but later, when she heard of Vincent as away in Italy, she could feel safe from his anger, and so in time forgot. Now it all revived again; he had sprung suddenly from nowhere--he was demanding what she had to say for herself--what should she do? She clung to Mabel for protection. 'Don't _you_ be cross too!' she cried. 'Promise me you won't and I'll tell you all about it ... you don't know.... Harold said you didn't. And I never meant to burn Vincent's letter. Don't let him be angry!' Vincent was naturally completely bewildered. 'What is she talking about?' he asked helplessly. 'I can guess,' said Mabel. 'Come away with me, Dolly, and you shall tell me all about it upstairs;' and as Dolly was not unwilling to unburden herself this time, they left Vincent with Mark, who had just joined them. Mark was uncomfortable and silent for some time when they were alone, but at last he said: 'I suppose you have been told of the--the theatricals? I--I couldn't very well help it, you know. I hope you don't mind?' 'Mind!' said Vincent. 'Why should I mind? What is it to me--now? I thought that was finally settled at Laufingen.' 'I felt I must explain it, that's all,' said Mark, 'and--and I've a great deal to bear just now, Holroyd. Life isn't all roses with me, I assure you. If you could remember that now and then, you might think less hardly of me!' 'I will try,' Vincent had said, and was about to say more, when Mabel returned alone. Her eyes were brilliant with anger. Children can occasionally put the feats of the best constructed phonograph completely in the shade; everything that Caffyn had told her about that unfortunate burnt letter Dolly had just reproduced with absolute fidelity. 'I know what happened to your letter now, Vincent,' Mabel said. 'Mark, you never would see anything so very bad in the trick Harold played Dolly about that wretched stamp--see if this doesn't alter your opinion.' And she told them the whole story, as it has been already described, except that the motives for so much chicanery were necessarily dark to her. A little comparison of dates made it clear beyond a doubt that an envelope with the Ceylon stamp had been burnt just when Vincent's letter should in the ordinary course have arrived. 'And Dolly says he told her himself it _was_ your letter!' concluded Mabel. 'Ah,' said Vincent, 'not that that proves it. But I think this time he has spoken truth; only _why_ has he done all this? Why suppress my letter and turn Dolly against me?' 'Malice and spite, I suppose,' said Mabel. 'He has some grudge against you, probably; but go up now, Vincent, and comfort Dolly--you'll find her in my little writing-room, quite broken-hearted at the idea that you should be angry with her.'