The day would have to save itself.
"Yes," she said.
"Might--might I see it ?" huskily inquired Mrs.De Peyster.
"Sure.

The more that corroborates it the better." Her face to the wall, the faint light slanting across her shoulder, she glanced at the letter.

The Duke's own handwriting! And a jilting letter!--politely worded--but a jilting letter!...

Mrs.De Peyster jilted!...

If that were ever to come out-- For a moment she lay enfeebled and overwhelmed with horror.