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When Edith went to her own room she wrote a note. It was addressed to
George Wentworth in the City, but above that address was the name John
Kenyon. She said:
'DEAR MR. KENYON,
'I was certain at the time you spoke that my cousin was not so much at
fault in forgetting his conversation as you thought. We had a talk to
night about the mine, and when he calls upon you tomorrow, as he intends
to do, I want you to know that I said nothing whatever to him of what you
told me. He mentioned the subject first. I wanted you to know this
because you might feel embarrassed when you met him by thinking I had
sent him to you. That is not at all the case. He goes to you of his own
accord, and I am sure you will find his assistance in forming a company
very valuable. I am glad to think you will be partners.
'Yours very truly,
'EDITH LONGWORTH.'
She gave this letter to her maid to post, and young Longworth met the
maid in the hall with the letter in her hand. He somehow suspected, after
the foregoing conversation, to whom the letter was addressed.
'Where are you going with that?'
'To the post, sir.'
'I am going out; to save you the trouble I will take it.'
After passing the corner, he looked at the address on the envelope; then
he swore to himself a little. If he had been a villain in a play he would
have opened the letter; but he did not. He merely dropped it into the
first pillar-box he came to, and in due time it reached John Kenyon.
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