“Yes,” I said. “Perhaps you don’t remember the name?”

 

“Oh, yes, of course. I—I remember perfectly.”

 

“She left you just over a year ago, I understand?”

 

“Yes. Yes, she did. That is quite right.”

 

“And you were satisfied with her whilst she was with you? How long was she with

you, by the way?”

 

“Oh! a year or two—I can’t remember exactly how long. She—she is very capable.

I’m sure you will find her quite satisfactory. I didn’t know she was leaving

Fernly. I hadn’t the least idea of it.”

 

“Can you tell me anything about her?” I asked.

 

“Anything about her?”

 

“Yes, where she comes from, who her people are—that sort of thing?”

 

Mrs. Folliott’s face wore more than ever its frozen look.

 

“I don’t know at all.”