“For God’s sake!” he said under his breath. “For God’s sake! What do you mean? Don’t you blab. Don’t you blab!”
“You’re hurting me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I read her letter. It was in your coat. I was mending it. I didn’t mean to. Why don’t you write to her.”
“What letter? I don’t know any letter.”
“You do. She wants you to write to her.”
“I have written.”
“Go on with your supper, then.”
“You won’t tell any one. Promise you won’t tell any one.”
“No. All right. I won’t tell any one.”