Alpha Book

"Rosamund is impatient--it's a symphony concert, and I must go--the
horrid little cynic!--I half believe she suspects that I'm writing
to you and tearing off yards of sentiment. It is likely I'd do
that, isn't it!--but I don't care what she thinks. Besides, it
behooves her to be agreeable, and she knows that I know it does!
_Voila_!
"By the way, I saw Mrs. Gerard's pretty ward at the theatre last
night--Miss Erroll. She certainly is stunning--"
Selwyn flattened out the letter and deliberately tore out the last
paragraph. Then he set it afire with a match.
"At least," he said with an ugly look, "I can keep _her_ out of this";
and he dropped the brittle blackened paper and set his heel on it. Then
he resumed his perusal of the mutilated letter, reread it, and finally
destroyed it.
"Alixe," he wrote in reply, "we had better stop this letter-writing
before somebody stops us. Anybody desiring to make mischief might
very easily misinterpret what we are doing.


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