She was intent on her own plans and was thinking of
Caroline only as a possible agent.
"Caroline," she asked, "would you take a note for me to some one?"
"Of course," said Caroline. "Who is it?"
"Martin Warlock," said Maggie.
At the name she suddenly blushed crimson. She knew that Caroline was
looking at her with eager curiosity. She suspected then that she had
done something foolish and would have given anything to recall her
words, but to recall them now seemed only to make it the more
suspicious.
"It's only something his sister wanted to know," she said casually.
"I thought you'd be seeing him soon. I hardly ever do."
"Yes, I'm going up there to-night," said Caroline staring at Maggie.
"Well, I'll give it you before you go," then she went on as casually
as she could. "What's been happening lately?"
"Of course you know all about the excitement," said Caroline sitting
back in the faded arm-chair with her blue dress spread all about her
like a cloud.
"What excitement?" said Maggie, pulling herself up, with a desperate
struggle, from her own private adventures.
"What! you don't know ?" Caroline exclaimed in an awed whisper.
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