Look here, I promise you, dear, I'll _never_ ask you again, never as long as I live.

But I've a fancy to read this particular letter.

Why not just gratify it?
It's a very harmless whim.' His tone suddenly changed.

'What do you suppose there's _in_ the damned letter?
Something you're jolly well anxious I shouldn't see.' She made a step forward.

He rushed at her, snatched the letter out of her hand, and went to the window with it.
She went into her own room, shut the door, and threw herself on the bed, her whole frame shaking with suppressed laughter.
* * * * * Bruce, alone, with trembling fingers tore open the envelope.