She was quite silent, looking absently at the trinkets lying in the tray before her.
"You don't mind my reading your father's letters, Marian ?" he asked.
"Not at all.

Only I think you will find them very uninteresting." "I am interested in everything that concerns you." He put the papers in his pocket, and sat up for an hour in his room that night reading Percival Nowell's love letters.

They revealed very little to him, except the unmitigated selfishness of the writer.

That quality exhibited itself in every page.

The lovers had met for the first time at the house of some Mr.Crosby, in whose family Miss Geoffry seemed to be living; and there were clandestine meetings spoken of in the Regent's Park, for which reason Gilbert supposed Mr.Crosby's house must have been in that locality.