It ran 'Please, please, as you are a gentleman, burn this letter, and be at the gate by ten o'clock.'" I thought that she had fainted, but she recovered herself by a supreme effort.
"Is there no such thing as a gentleman ?" she gasped.
"You do Sir Charles an injustice.

He did burn the letter.

But sometimes a letter may be legible even when burned.

You acknowledge now that you wrote it ?" "Yes, I did write it," she cried, pouring out her soul in a torrent of words.

"I did write it.