There is nothing to be got hold of.

Take this letter to my husband's study--it is his affair.

I have no communications whatever with Sir Edwin Uniacke." Phillis looked utterly amazed.

Though her mistress did not speak another word, there was something in her manner--her perfect, quiet conviction of innocence, self-asserted, though without any open self- defense, which struck the woman more than any amount of anger would have done.
"If I've made a mistake, I'm sure I beg your pardon, ma'am," began she quite humbly.
"What for?
Except for receiving and bringing to me privately a letter which should have been left with Barker at the door, it being Barker's business, and not yours.

Remember that another time.