“Ah, you destroyed it, did you?”
“Not for that reason.”
“Then you did destroy it?”
“I tore it up, but on second thoughts I pasted it together again, and have it still.”
“In that case, why should you object to showing me the letter?”
“Well, because I think it rather unusual for a lady to be asked by a gentleman show him a letter that has been written to her by another gentleman.”
“In matters of the heart that is true; but in matters of art it is not.”
“Is that intended for a pun?”
“It is as near to one as I ever allow myself to come, I should like very much to see Mr. Trenton’s letter. It was probably brutally rude. I know the man, you see.”
“It was nothing of the sort,” replied Miss Sommerton, hotly. “It was a truthful, well-meant letter.”