"As if anything which I might do could add to the weight of dishonor that you have imposed upon it! I don't know the contents of that letter, but it's from Herbert Whitmore and he's as incapable of a dishonorable act as you are incapable of anything honorable.

And you had the audacity to open and read that letter!" She paused, fixing him with her eyes, her lips curled into a disdainful smile.

But the fire of her scorn left him unseared.

His calloused sensibilities had long ago lost their capability of appreciating a nature such as hers.

For his wife to have a letter addressed to her such as he had intercepted, spelled guilt.