"No, madam," he promptly answered.
"What is the matter, then?"
He hesitated, and answered:
"Nothing."
"Who is that letter from?"
"A correspondent," he replied, escaping from the room.
"Humph! I might have surmised that much," laughed the lady, with angry scorn.
But he was out of hearing.
"Did you notice the handwriting on the envelope of that letter, Elizabeth?" she inquired of her elder daughter.
"Which letter, mamma?"