Ask Miss Martin--ask Bridget--' At this point two splashes fell, luckily not on the letter, but on the blotting paper beside it, and Nelly hastily lifted her handkerchief to dry a pair of swimming eyes.
'But he can't see--he won't know!' she thought, apologising to herself; yet wrestling at the same time with the sharp temptation to tell him exactly how she had suffered, that he might comfort her.

But she repelled it.

Her moral sense told her that she ought to be sustaining and strengthening him--rather than be hanging upon him the burden of her own fears and agonies.
She went on bravely-- 'Of course, after the news in the paper this morning,--and yesterday--I was worried till I heard.

I knew--at any rate I guessed--you must have been in it all.

And now you are safe, my own own!--for three whole blessed weeks.