THE TOUCHSTONE
to read another line: it's too much like listening at a keyhole."
"But if she wanted it published?"
"Wanted it? How do we know she did?"
"Why, I heard she'd left the letters to the man—whoever he is—with directions that they should be published after his death—"
"I don't believe it," Mrs. Touchett declared.
"He's dead then, is he?" one of the men asked.
"Why, you don't suppose if he were alive he could ever hold up his head again, with these letters being read by everybody?" Mrs. Touchett protested. "It must have been horrible enough to know they'd been written to him; but to publish them! No man could have done it and no woman could have told him to—"
"Oh, come, come," Dresham judicially interposed; "after all, they're not love-letters."
"No—that's the worst of it; they're unloved letters," Mrs. Touchett retorted.
"Then, obviously, she needn't have written them; whereas the man, poor devil, could hardly help receiving them."
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