Thank you for telling me.

I needed just--that." He studied her for a moment, nimble wits at work.

Then: "Has your father--and the others--in their letters, said anything about it to you ?" "Yes, father has.

He did not say matters had been desperate." "I suppose he does not dare commit such a thing to paper--yet....

_You_ do not burn your letters," he added blandly.
"I have no reason to." "It might save servants' gossip." "What gossip ?"--in cold surprise.
"There's a desk full of Hamil's letters upstairs, judging from the writing on the envelopes." He added with a smile: "Although I don't pry, some servants do.