They thought of certain possible sentences Matey and Browny would exchange; but the plain, conceivable, almost visible, outside of the letter had a stronger spell for them than the visionary inside.

This fancied contemplation of the love-letter was reversed in them at once by the startling news of Miss Vincent's discovery and seizure of the sealed thing, and her examination of the burden it contained.

Then their thirst was for drama--to see, to drink every wonderful syllable those lovers had written.
Miss Vincent's hand was upon one of Matey's letters.

She had come across the sister of little Collett, Selina her name was, carrying it.

She saw nothing of the others.