I released you from it; I told you the truth of the story I had hidden from everybody--I wrote to you when my husband lay in jail waiting his trial for murder, and I heard no more from you.

It was natural, prudent, right that you should accept the separation I desired--you did so, and I have only taken means to make it effectual." "I did so! I accepted the separation ?" "I supposed, at least, from your silence that you did so.

Was not I right therefore in desiring that you and Lucia should not meet again ?" "_That_ was it, then?
Listen, Mrs.Costello.My last note to you seems by some means to have been lost.

There was nothing new in it; but my father has told me that he was surprised on receiving my letter which ought to have contained it, to find nothing for you, not even a message; perhaps you wondered too.

I can only tell you the note was written.
Then, in my next letter, written when my grandfather was actually dying, and when I was, I confess, very angry that you should persist in trying to shake me off, there was a message to you in a postscript which my father overlooked, and which I myself showed to him for the first time when I reached home and found you gone.