I should like, for instance, just for once, to rob the outward or the homeward mail, in order to read all the delightful letters which go every week backward and forward between the folk in India and the folk at home.
"I shall lose my letters," Iris recollected, and her heart sunk.

Not only did her correspondent begin to draw these imaginary portraits of her, but he proceeded to urge upon her to come out of her concealment, and to grant him an interview.

This she might have refused, in her desire to continue a correspondence which brightened her monotonous life.

But there came another thing, and this decided her.

He began to give, and to ask, opinions concerning love, marriage, and such topics--and then she perceived it could not possibly be discussed with him, even in domino and male disguise.