He's the guest of a Viceroy and living in sumptuousness.
Read for yourself." I took from my pocket letter and envelope.

Now I am a man who keeps few letters and no envelopes.

The second post bringing Jaffery's epistle had just arrived when I was leaving Northlands that morning, and it was but an accident of haste that the envelope had not been destroyed.

I took the opportunity of tearing it up while Adrian was reading.

With the pieces in my hand, I peered about the room.
"What are you looking for ?" he asked.
"Your waste-paper basket." "Haven't got such a thing." I threw my litter into the grate.
"Why ?" "I'm not going to pander to the curiosity of housemaids," he replied rather irritably.
"What do you do with your waste paper, then ?" "Never have any," he said, with his eyes on Jaffery's letter.
"Good Lord!" I cried.