Her Faithful Knight — page 241: what you’re looking at

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Good News that Came Too Late. © 237 is impossible for me to explain to you more fully. But you have always done all that I have asked you, and I am sure that you will do this. All you have to do is to say, if you are asked, that it is Miss Dorothy, the elder sister, who is dead, and that I am the younger, Miss Phyllis.” “But it’s all such a mystery!” gasped Cresswell, be- wildered. ‘First Miss Phyllis calls herself Mrs. Tre- velyan; then a young gentleman says she’s his wife, and that he’s called Derrick; then I am to say you are her, and I’m kept in the dark about everything all the time, just as if I was a baby.” “Now, don’t be cross and tiresome, Cresswell, dear; you don’t know how much depends on this. I will, per- haps, tell you all my reasons some day, but I can’t now. And it’s only for a day or two. We will go away to- gether, you and I, right out of England, and when once we are in another country I will take my own name again. Only, when people ask you my name, remember it’s Phyllis, and I am twenty years old. And Dorothy is dead !” “But the people about here who have seen you both won't believe me,” said Cresswell, struck by a sudden inspiration. “Poor Miss Phyllis was taller than you, and then look at the difference in your hair!” “T can cut mine off and dye it, just like hers,” said Dorothy. As she spoke she ran to the dressing-table, and before Cresswell had time to expostulate, snip, snip, went the scissors, and a shower of sunny, brown locks slipped from her shoulders on to the floor. “T can wear much higher heels and a thick veil,” she said, as she went on hurriedly with her task. “And I will use that stuff for my hair that my poor darling used. And now that I am so much thinner you will be hardly able to know me from her.” bP “S EOmicdoo (E)