It was somewhere in the South Atlantic, ten months or more ago." "Ah," St.George quietly commented.
"Well, and now this frightful creature," resumed Mrs.Hastings, "do, pray, tell me what it was she wrote." St.George produced the paper.
"That is it," he said.

"I fancy you will not know the street.

It is 19 McDougle Street, and the name is simply Tabnit." "Yes.

And is it a letter ?" his hostess demanded, "and whatever does it say ?" "It is not a letter," St.George explained patiently, "and this is all that it says.

The name is, I suppose, the name of a person.