"Read that," she said, and handed it to Blanche.
Blanche saw her own name, on the address, in the handwriting of Anne.
"What does this mean ?" she asked.
"I wrote to you, after Sir Patrick had left me," Anne replied.

"I meant you to have received my letter to-morrow, in time to prevent any little imprudence into which your anxiety might hurry you.

All that I _can_ say to you is said there.

Spare me the distress of speaking.

Read it, Blanche." Blanche still held the letter, unopened.
"A letter from you to me! when we are both together, and both alone in the same room! It's worse than formal, Anne! It's as if there was a quarrel between us.