He pocketed them and turned to Lenore.
"Ah! I see you get letters--from a woman," she said, pretending a poison sweetness of jealousy.
"Certainly.

I'm not married yet," he replied.

"Lenore, last night--" "You will never be married--to me--while you write to other women.

Let me see that letter!...

Let me read it--all of them!" "No, Lenore--not here.