She looked up with a frightened countenance, and asked:
"What for?"
"I want to open the desk."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to put it into my lawyer's hands."
"Wait then. I must look over the papers first."
"No; Billy will do that."
"But there's some of mine in it, private ones."
"It doesn't matter. Billy will sort them and return yours to you."
"But he sha'n't look at my papers."