After dinner we settled down to bridge, and about ten-thirty I was just going off to bed when Harold came in with two or three other men.

Well, I hate to tell you, dear, but I promised I'd write, and, besides, I do want to talk to somebody.

Anyway, he was what they call "merry," and he and his friends were full of talk about what they'd done up town.

I don't know that it was anything very bad, but it was awful to me to think that this chap was going to communicate next day.

I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't say anything then, and I slipped off to bed as soon as I could.