A DAY'S FOLLY
"You knew her mother before that, I presume?"
"Oh, no. I only knew Jane because she had been sewing-maid at the Castle some few years ago."
"I see," said Lady Molly slowly. "What was the woman like whom you used to meet at the railway stations, and to whom you paid over Miss Turner's annuity?"
"Oh, I couldn't tell you what she was like. I never saw her properly."
"Never saw her properly?" ejaculated Lady Molly, and it seemed to my well-trained ears as if there was a ring of exultation in my dear lady's voice.
"No," replied the little Countess ruefully. "She always appointed a late hour of the evening, and those little stations on that line are very badly lighted. I had such difficulties in getting away from home without exciting comment, and used to beg her to let me meet her at a more convenient hour. But she always refused."
Lady Molly remained thoughtful for a while; then she asked abruptly:
"Why don't you prosecute Jane Turner for blackmail?"
"Oh, I dare not—I dare not!" ejaculated the little Countess, in genuine terror. "My husband would never forgive me, and his female relations would do their best afterwards to widen the breach between us. It was because of the article in the London newspaper about the assault on Jane Turner—the
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