Both Lady Dashwood and Gwen were gazing intently at Boreham and Boreham was staring fixedly at the ornament in Lady Dashwood's grey hair. No one but the Warden noticed the door open and May Dashwood enter. She was dressed in black and wore no ornaments. She had caught the gist of what Boreham was saying, and she made the most delightful movement of her hands to Middleton that expressed both respectful greeting to him as her host, and an apology for remaining motionless on the threshold of the room, so that she should not break Boreham's story. "And her reply was," went on the unconscious Boreham, "'But surely also of much good!'" So that was all! May Dashwood came forward and walked straight up to the Warden. She held out both her hands to him in apology for her behaviour. "I hope he--whoever he was--did not marry the young woman who made such an obvious retort," she said. "Fancy what the conversation would be like at the breakfast table." Boreham was too much occupied with his own interesting emotions at the sudden appearance of Mrs. Dashwood to notice what was plain to Lady Dashwood and Gwendolen Scott, that the Warden seemed wholly taken by surprise. "He didn't marry her," he said, as he held May Dashwood's hands for a moment and stared down into her upturned face with his narrow eyes. "But," he added, "the story is probably a fake." "Ah!" said Mrs. Dashwood, as she released her hands. Then she turned to Boreham, who was waiting--a picture of self-consciousness in pale fawn. Gwen's recently regained self-confidence was already oozing out of every pore of her skin. It didn't matter when the Warden and Mr. Boreham talked queer talk, that was to be expected; but what did matter was this Mrs. Dashwood talking queerly with them. Rubbish she, Gwen, called it. What did that Mrs. Dashwood mean by saying that the retort, "And also of much good," was obvious? What did "obvious" mean? To Gwen the retort seemed profoundly clever--and so true! How was she, Gwen, to cope with this sort of thing? And then there was the Warden already giving this terrible woman his arm and looking at her far too closely. "Come, Gwen," said Lady Dashwood, "Mr. Boreham must take us both!" Gwen's head swam. Along with this new and painful sensation had come a sudden recollection of something! That letter of her mother's! It had not been in her hand when she went into her bedroom. No, it had not. Had she dropped it in the library, when the Warden had---- Oh! "I've lost my handkerchief," murmured the girl, "somewhere----" Her voice was very small and sad, and she looked helplessly round the room. "Mr. Boreham, stop and help her find it," said Lady Dashwood, "I must go down." Boreham stood rigidly at the door. He saw his hostess go out and still he did not move.