Walters, I suppose, and has so much sympathy for the poor lady. And, besides, she knows the Morton girls and their schemes, and she feels that it would scarcely be safe, perhaps."
"No," said Evalani, gravely, "it would not be safe. Tell Mrs. Sands to use all of her influence to keep her from going. Oh, don't let her go!" she burst out suddenly.
"Bert thinks that perhaps you are the only person who can influence her against it," said Dick, tentatively.
"I?" questioned Evalani, leaning forward tensely; "Mrs. Sands thought that I could influence her?"
"Yes," said Dick; "Mrs. Walters is so desperately anxious to talk with you about her daughter. It has grown into a positive obsession with her. Bert says that it is the only thing that she can think of or talk of. She seems to have a feeling that you can tell her something about her daughter's last hours, something that would be of comfort to her; and—and Bert said to tell you how the poor mother is still suffering, day and night, crying and praying; and that if you could tell her just some little thing, some little last intimate thing, about what Jean said on that interview before she went—something of her attitude, her feelings, something human for the mother to cling to, instead of that dreadful blank wall of utter blotting out; it seemed that it
