"Writing to Walter, I see," he remarked; and quickly she covered her letter with a blotter.
"Yes," she answered.
"Glad you are. I've not yet got an answer out of him. Are you, my dear, repenting of your unwifely behaviour and writing to him what I want you to?"
"I'm doing what I consider my wifely duty, yes."
"Good! I knew I'd get my sweet girl back again! Let me see what you've written. All this!" he exclaimed, reaching across the desk to pick up her letter; but Margaret, looking at him in startled amazement, held him off.
"I haven't said you could read my letter, Daniel."
"Do you have secrets from me, Margaret?"
"Do you have any from me, Daniel?"
"That's neither here nor there. Come, let me see your letter, my dear!"
"I don't wish to. Why do you want to?"