"I can't see anything funny in tampering with the mails. You have my letter, and I hope it won't be necessary for me to call in the officers of the law."
"You don't expect me to give it to you?" she cried, holding it behind her.
"Most assuredly. If you don't, I'll ask Mrs. Garrison to command you to do so," he threatened, eagerly. He would have given his head to read the contents of the letter that caused her so much concern. All sorts of conjectures were racing through his brain.
"Oh, please don't do that!" she begged, and he saw real supplication in her eyes. "I wouldn't give you the letter for the world, and I--I--well, don't you see that I am embarrassed?"
"Give me the letter," he commanded, Sternly.
"Do you wish me to hate you?" she blazed.
"Then forget that your name is on this--this detestable envelope," she cried, tearing the missive into pieces. He looked on in wonder, chagrin, disappointment.
"By George, Dorothy, that's downright cruel. It was intended for me--"
"You should thank me. I have only saved you the trouble of destroying it," she said, smiling.
"I would have kept it forever," he said, fervently.
"Here's a small bit of the envelope which you may keep as a souvenir. See, it has your name--'Philip'--on it. You shall have that much of the letter." He took it rather gracelessly and, deliberately opening his watch, placed it inside the case. "I'd give $10,000 to know what that letter had to say to me."
"You can never know," she said, defiantly, from the bottom of the steps, "for I have forgotten the contents myself."
She laughed as she ran upstairs, but he detected confusion in the tone, and the faint flush was still on her cheek. He sat down and wondered whether the contents would have pleased or displeased him. Philosophically he resolved that as long as he was never to know he might just as well look at it from a cheerful point of view; he would be pleased.
It would be difficult to define the emotions that consumed Miss Garrison as she entered her mother's boudoir. She could not conceal from herself the sensation of jubilant delight because he had come to Brussels. At the same time, even though his visit was that of a mere friend, it promised complications which she was loath to face. She went into the presence of her mother with the presentiment that the first of the series was at hand.