Of course the letter could have no effect upon her.  So she told herself.  But it did have a very strong effect, and probably the exact effect which the writer had intended that it should have.  J E was, of course, John Eames.  There was no doubt about that.  What a fool the writer must have been to talk of L D in the letter, when the outside cover was plainly addressed to Lily Dale!  But there are some people for whom the pretended mystery of initial letters has a charm, and who love the darkness of anonymous letters.  As Lily thought of this, she stamped on the letter again.  Who was the M D to whom she was required to send an answer—­with whom John Eames corresponded in the most affectionate terms?  She had resolved not even to ask a question about M D, and yet she could not divert her mind from the inquiry.  It was, at any rate, a fact that there must be some woman designated by the letters—­some woman who had, at any rate, chosen to call herself M D. and John Eames had called her M. There must, at any rate, be such a woman.  This female, be she who she might, had thought it worth her while to make this inquiry about John Eames, and had manifestly learned something of Lily’s own history.  And the woman had pledged herself not to interfere with John Eames, if L D would only condescend to say that she was engaged to him!  As Lily thought of the proposition, she trod upon the letter for the third time.  Then she picked it up, and having no place of custody under lock and key ready to her hand she put it in her pocket.

At night, before she went to bed, she showed the letter to Emily Dunstable.  ’Is it not surprising that any woman could bring herself to write such a letter?’ said Lily.

But Miss Dunstable hardly saw it in the same light.  ’If anybody were to write me such a letter about Bernard,’ said she, ’I should show to him as a good joke.’

’That would be very different.  You and Bernard, of course, understand each other.’

‘And so will you and Mr Eames—­some day, I hope.’

’Never more than we do now, dear.  The thing that annoys me is that such a woman as that should have even heard my name at all.’

’As long as people have got ears and tongues, people will hear other people’s names.’

Lily paused a moment, and then spoke again, asking another question.  ’I suppose this woman does know him?  She must know him, because he has written to her.’

’She knows something about him, no doubt, and has some reasons for wishing that you will quarrel with him.  If I were you, I should take care not to gratify her.  As for Mr Eames’s note, it is a joke.’

‘It is nothing to me,’ said Lily.

‘I suppose,’ continued Emily, ’that most gentlemen become acquainted with some people that they would not wish all their friends to know that they knew.  They go about so much more than we do, and meet people of all sorts.’