Putnam took from his pocket her note, and read aloud the postscript.
"It is very generous in you to fling that in my face," she exclaimed, turning suddenly.
"It was abominable," he laughed; "but it made you show your face, and that's worth sinning for."
"Why did you keep my note?" she asked, as he carefully replaced it in his pocket-book. "You told me once you never kept any letters but business ones."
"Oh! I always preserve yours. Every rule has its exception."
"I am flattered," she said, softening a little.
"You've no reason to be," he retorted saucily. "I only keep them because I suppose you are sure to demand them some time; and, if I couldn't return them, you'd say I kept them."
"Then, I demand them now."
"You shall have them when you give me mine."