Any letters for me?
Give me all the ones in fat gray envelopes with a sort of crown thing outside.

They're of no importance.' Torpenhow gave him a letter with a black M.on the envelope flap.

Dick put it into his pocket.

There was nothing in it that Torpenhow might not have read, but it belonged to himself and to Maisie, who would never belong to him.
'When she finds that I don't write, she'll stop writing.

It's better so.