CHAPTER III

When, some six weeks later, a servant of the private hotel in which Marilla and Miss Chillingworth were once more safely bestowed in London, after their Continental adventures, came up to their sitting-room with an intimation that Mr. John Sutton had called and awaited Miss Vandale’s pleasure, neither had the slightest idea as to who Mr. John Sutton might be. “It must be a man about that flat we looked at yesterday,” said Marilla, after a moment’s reflection. “Show him up, if you please.” The maid retired, to retur…