Believe me, in spite of all you may do or feel, Your lover always (once your husband), "E." It was, oddly enough, the first occasion, or nearly the first on which Grace had ever received a love-letter from him, his courtship having taken place under conditions which rendered letter-writing unnecessary.
Its perusal, therefore, had a certain novelty for her.

She thought that, upon the whole, he wrote love-letters very well.

But the chief rational interest of the letter to the reflective Grace lay in the chance that such a meeting as he proposed would afford her of setting her doubts at rest, one way or the other, on her actual share in Winterborne's death.

The relief of consulting a skilled mind, the one professional man who had seen Giles at that time, would be immense.

As for that statement that she had uttered in her disdainful grief, which at the time she had regarded as her triumph, she was quite prepared to admit to him that his belief was the true one; for in wronging herself as she did when she made it, she had done what to her was a far more serious thing, wronged Winterborne's memory.
Without consulting her father, or any one in the house or out of it, Grace replied to the letter.