For, under the spell of her rigid, truthful face, he turned almost mechanically to his desk, and took out a package.
"Good God! you've opened it already!" she cried, pointing to the broken seal.
The expression on her face, more than anything she had said, convinced him that she knew all.

He stammered under the new alarm that her despairing tone suggested.

"Yes!--I was owing some bills--the collector was waiting here for the money, and I took something from the packet.
But I was going to make it up by next mail--I swear it." "How much have you taken ?" "Only a trifle.

I"-- "How much ?" "A hundred dollars!" She dragged the money she had brought from Laurel Run from her pocket, and counting out the sum, replaced it in the open package.

He ran quickly to get the sealing wax, but she motioned him away as she dropped the package back into the mail-bag.