"It's about your letter, miss." "Then let me go," cried Grace.

"I wish I had never written it." "Nay; don't say so.

I should never have known how good you are." "What a fool I am, you mean.

How dare you read my letter?
Oh! did he show it you?
That was very cruel, if he did." "No, miss, he never showed it me; and I never read it.

I call it mean to read another body's letter.