and obvious excitement disturbed me. I made him wait. I walked to the
chair across from him, contemplated sitting in it, and then turned back
to him. He was practically on the edge of the settee.

"Did she write to you?" he asked, his voice rising with
anticipation.

"No. The letter was addressed to you. But as soon as I saw from whom
it had come, I opened it. I have a right," I added quickly.

"What does she want?" he demanded.