Then Nora had taken the letter down, and left it where Louis
Trevelyan would be sure to find it.

He did find it, and was sorely disappointed when he perceived that
it contained no word from his wife to himself. He opened Colonel
Osborne's note, and read it, and became, as he did so, almost more
angry than before. Who was this man that he should dare to address
another man's wife as 'Dear Emily'? At the moment Trevelyan
remembered well enough that he had heard the man so call his wife,
that it had been done openly in his presence, and had not given him
a thought. But Lady Rowley and Sir Marmaduke had then been present
also; and that man on that occasion had been the old friend of the
old father, and not the would-be young friend of the young daughter.
Trevelyan could hardly reason about it, but felt that whereas the
one was not improper, the other was grossly impertinent and even
wicked. And then, again, his wife, his Emily, was to show to him,
to her husband, or was not to show to him, the letter which she
received from this man, the letter in which she was addressed as
'Dear Emily,' according to this man's judgment and wish, and not
according to his judgment and wish--not according to the judgment
and wish of him who was her husband, her lord, and her master! 'Of
course, you will tell T. now.' This was intolerable to him. It made
him feel that he was to be regarded as second, and this man to be
regarded as first. And then he began to recapitulate all the good
things he had done for his wife, and all the causes which he had
given her for gratitude. Had he not taken her to his bosom, and
bestowed upon her the half of all that he had, simply for herself,
asking for nothing more than her love? He had possessed money,
position, a name all that makes life worth having. He had found her
in a remote corner of the world, with no fortune, with no advantages