After a pause, I said,—
“Wicklow, why do you write so much?”
“I? I do not write much, sir.”
“You don’t?”
“No, sir. Oh, if you mean scribbling, I do scribble some, for amusement.”
“What do you do with your scribblings?”
“Nothing, sir—throw them away.”
“Never send them to anybody?”
“No, sir.”
I suddenly thrust before him the letter to the “Colonel.” He started slightly, but immediately composed himself. A slight tinge spread itself over his cheek.