Is there any one you are anxious to correspond with?'
'Not in particular, only I can't bear to have Aunt Lilias meddling with
my letters; and there's a poor uncle of mine that I know would not like
her, or any of the Mohuns, to see his letters.
'Indeed! Your poor mamma's brother?' cried Constance, full of
curiosity.
'Mind, it is in confidence. You must never tell any one.'
'Never. Oh, you may trust me!' cried Constance.
'Her half-brother,' said Dolores; and the girl proceeded to tell
Constance what she had told Maude Sefton about Mr. Flinders, and how
her mother had been used to assist him out of her own earnings, and
how he had met her at Exeter station, and was so disappointed to have
missed her father. Constance listened most eagerly, greatly delighted
to have a secret confided to her, and promising to keep it with all her
might.
'And now,' said Dolores, 'what shall I do? If poor Uncle Alfred writes
to me, Aunt Lilias will have the letter and read it, and the Mohuns are
all so stuck up; they will despise him, and very likely she will never
let me have the letter.'
'Yes, but, dear, couldn't you write here, with my things, and tell him
how it is, and tell him to write under cover to me?'
'Dear Connie! How good you are! Yes, that would be quite delightful!'
All the confidences and all the caresses had, however, taken quite as
long as the G.F.S. class, and before Constance had cleared a space on
the table for Dolores's letter, there was a summons to say that Gillian
was ready to go home.
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