“Did you read that letter?” asked Sir Patrick.
“I might have read it if I had liked.”
“And you didn’t read it?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Out of delicacy.”
Even Sir Patrick’s carefully trained temper was not proof against this. “That is the most misplaced act of delicacy I ever heard of in my life!” cried the old gentleman, warmly. “Never mind! it’s useless to regret it now. At any rate, you read Delamayn’s answer to Miss Silvester’s letter?”
“Yes—I did.”
“Repeat it—as nearly as you can remember at this distance of time.”
“It was so short,” said Arnold, “that there is hardly any thing to repeat. As well as I remember, Geoffrey said he was called away to London by his father’s illness. He told Miss Silvester to stop where she was; and he referred her to me, as messenger. That’s all I recollect of it now.”