Forget-me-not by Marjorie Bowen — Read

Now and then during that winter and spring the governess ventured to creep to the little private apartment of the Duke, pull open the drawer in the pale- green painted desk and read the letters which were now too numerous to be contained in the vellum portfolio and were flung carelessly loose.

She never dared to stay longer than gave her time to read a few lines, but these were sufficient to prove to her that the relations between husband and wife were even worse than they had been, and that the Duchess, with the recklessness of a woman who has lost all hope, was still battling vainly to be rid of herself--the governess.