When we have a man for arbiter, he is our sky.' Emma pressed her Tony's unresponsive hand, feeling strangely that her friend ebbed from her.
'Has he...

to mislead him ?' she said, colouring at the breach in the question.
'Proofs?
He has the proofs he supposes.' 'Not to justify suspicion ?' 'He broke open my desk and took my letters.' 'Horrible! But the letters ?' Emma shook with a nervous revulsion.
'You might read them.' 'Basest of men! That is the unpardonable cowardice!', exclaimed Emma.
'The world will read them, dear,' said Diana, and struck herself to ice.
She broke from the bitter frigidity in fury.

'They are letters--none very long--sometimes two short sentences--he wrote at any spare moment.
On my honour, as a woman, I feel for him most.

The letters--I would bear any accusation rather than that exposure.

Letters of a man of his age to a young woman he rates too highly! The world reads them.