"What does it mean ?" "Read," she commanded.
He devoured the letter.

His eyes swam; then there rushed into them the flame which always made them illumine his mediaeval face like the light from "the burning bush." He did not question or doubt, because he saw what he wished to see, which is the way of man.

It all looked perfectly natural and convincing to him.
"Mona--Mona--heaven above and all the gods of hell and Hellas, what a fool, what a fool I've been!" he exclaimed.

"Mona--Mona, can you forgive your idiot husband?
I didn't read this letter because I thought it was going to slash me on the raw--on the raw flesh of my own lacerating.

I simply couldn't bear to read what your brother said was in the letter.
Yet I couldn't destroy it, either.