“And, without giving me time to reply, she asked,—
“‘Where are my letters?’
“‘Here they are,’ I said, handing them to her.
“She took them with feverish haste, saying in an undertone,—
“‘There ought to be twenty-four.’
“And, without thinking of the insult, she went to work counting them.
“‘They are all here,’ she said when she had finished.
“Then, drawing a little package from her bosom, she added,—
“‘And here are yours.’
“But she did not give them to me.