"Find out for yourself!"
"Break the seal?"
"Isn't it meant to break?" she asked with a shade of impatience.
He noted the impatience, sounding her nervousness, but saw at the same time that her interest in the communication, whatever it might be, was of the scantest, and that she suffered from having to defer to his own. "If I needn't answer tonight——!"
"You needn't answer ever."
"Oh well then it can wait. But you're right—it mustn't just wait in my pocket."
This pleased her. "As I say, it must have a place of its own."
He considered of that. "You mean that when I have read it I may still want to treasure it?"
She had in hand again the great fan that hung by a long fine chain from her girdle, and, flaring it open, she rapidly closed it again, the motion seeming to relieve her. "I mean that my father has written you at this end of his days—and that that's all I know about it."
"You asked him no question——?"