I venture to say she has
built the house high enough already; and I recommend her to be careful
before she puts on that other card."
"She shall have your message," said Magdalen, with Miss Garth's
bluntness, and Miss Garth's emphatic nod of the head. "But I doubt her
minding it. Her hand is rather steadier than you suppose, and I think
she will put on the other card."
"And bring the house down," said Mrs. Lecount.
"And build it up again," rejoined Magdalen. "I wish you good-morning."
"Good-morning," said Mrs. Lecount, opening the door. "One last word,
Miss Garth. Do think of what I said in the back room! Do try the Golden
Ointment for that sad affliction in your eyes!"
As Magdalen crossed the threshold of the door she was met by the postman
ascending the house steps with a letter picked out from the bundle
in his hand. "Noel Vanstone, Esquire?" she heard the man say,
interrogatively, as she made her way down the front garden to the
street.
She passed through the garden gates little thinking from what new
difficulty and new danger her timely departure had saved her. The letter
which the postman had just delivered into the housekeeper's hands was
no other than the anonymous letter addressed to Noel Vanstone by Captain
Wragge.
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