The Charm School
"There's one there that seems to imply she's writing regularly to some one else."
Austin found it at once.
Dearest, can't you see that fellow is in love with you? What would I give if you would write me a note every day—how I would treasure them! And the thought that every day—every day of your life you write regularly to him drives me mad.
Miss Hayes regarded him thoughtfully. "Now who can that be?" she said. "It's very unlike Elise to be a good correspondent."
"Oh, what do we know about them, when they can deceive us so? Elise! I shall never get over it," wailed Miss Curtis.
"I am inclined to regard this other man as the more serious of the two," said Miss Hayes, her eyes still fixed on Austin.
"Two!" cried Miss Curtis. "Oh, it's disgusting—degrading. I feel as if I should have to give up my work. When you think what must have taken place already—what must have been said between them in order that he should dare to write her such letters—"
It was just along these lines that Austin did not want to think. He sprang to his feet. "I'll go straight to her grandfather," he said.
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