V.
Presently, however, he started up.
"Eva," he began, suddenly recollecting himself, "How—why—?"
"What is it?" she said, laughing, but a little exhausted after her strange fear of the fancied thunder.
"Those letters. Why did William?—what could they matter to William? Not mere curiosity to see what was in them?"
"He would not have snatched that last one so roughly from Kate, if that had been all. No, no—"
"Then you think he had some interest?"
"I do."
"But what? Why should he care whether I wrote to you or no?"