So that's how I came to know just what was in it.

She started first to hand it over to him to read; but as he put out his hand to take it I guess he saw the handwriting, for he drew back quickly, looking red and queer.
"From Mrs.Anderson to you ?" he asked.

And when Aunt Jane nodded her head he sat still farther back in his chair and said, with a little wave of his hand, "I never care to read--other people's letters." Aunt Jane said, "Stuff and nonsense, Charles, don't be silly!" But she pulled back the letter and read it--after giving a kind of an uneasy glance in my direction.
Father never looked up once while she was reading it.

He kept his eyes on his plate and the baked beans he was eating.

I watched him.