"IN CORN."
Meantime Margot had returned to the far end of the room, and adroitly
slipped the third letter out of her pocket, feeling that it would be
selfish to delay reading the contents, as they must certainly cast some
light upon the present situation. Her heart sank a little as she
recognised that the attention was less personal than she had imagined,
but even so, it was to herself that the magazine had been directed, and
that was an evidence of the fact that in publishing the poem her
pleasure had been considered even more than Ronald's advancement.