We're all his friends here, and we'll judge you and think of you according to what happens between you and him.

You wrote him that letter!" She suddenly placed her hand on the desk as the inspiration came to her to have this matter of the letter out now, and to have Mrs.Crozier know exactly what the position was, no matter what might be thought of herself.

She was only thinking of Shiel Crozier and his future now.
"What letter did I write ?" There was real surprise and wonder in her tone.
"That last letter you wrote to him--the letter in which you gave him fits for breaking his promise, and talked like a proud, angry angel from the top of the stairs." "How do you know of that letter?
He, my husband, told you what was in that letter; he showed it to you ?" The voice was indignant, low, and almost rough with anger.
"Yes, your husband showed me the letter--unopened." "Unopened--I do not understand." Mona steadied herself against the foot of the bed and looked in a helpless way at Kitty.

Her composure was gone, though she was very quiet, and she had that look of a vital absorption which possesses human beings in crises of their lives.
Suddenly Kitty took from behind a book on the shelf a key, opened the desk, and drew out the letter which Crozier had kept sealed and unopened all the years, which he had never read.
"Do you know that ?" Kitty asked, and held it out for Mrs.Crozier to see.
Two dark blue eyes stared confusedly at the letter--at her own handwriting.

Kitty turned it over.