Sybilla Silver brought it here.

Shall I ring for your maid and send it back unopened, and order him out of the house for his pains ?" "No!" said Harriet, impetuously.

"I must read it." She snatched it up, tore it open, and, walking over to the window, read the scrawl.
"Harriet!" She turned slowly round at her name spoken by her husband as that adoring husband had never spoken it before.
"Give me that note." He held out his hand.

She crushed it firmly in her own, looking him straight in the eyes.
"I can not." "You can not ?" he repeated, slowly, deathly pale.

"Do I understand you aright, Harriet?
Remember, I left that note untouched while you slept.
No man has a right to address a note to my wife that I may not see.
Show me that paper, Harriet." "It is nothing"-- she caught her breath in a quick, gasping, affrighted way as she said it--"it is nothing, Everard! Don't ask me!" "If it is nothing, I may surely see it.