"Well, bring the warm water."
"Is the letter from Madame de Mellissie?" I asked.
"I don't know who it is from," said Mr. Chandos. "It is anonymous."
"Anonymous! And about me!"
I stood looking at him. I connected this letter with the two sovereigns I had just found: was any one at work to ruin me in the estimation of Chandos House?
"Mr. Chandos, that is not a pleasant letter, is it?"
"Anonymous letters never are pleasant ones," he rejoined. "If I had my way, the writers of such should all be shaken in a bag together and sunk in the bottom of the sea. Do not let it trouble you; it defeats its own ends."
"Will you allow me to read it?"
"It would give you no pleasure."
"But it might give me some light; and light is what I want just now; I do indeed. Let me see it, Mr. Chandos! I request it as a favour."