"The Reverend Mr.
Pyecroft has taken an interest in me; like you he is trying to make me a better man.

He'll see that I get your message.

Herbert E.
Pyecroft--P-y-e-c-r-o-f-t--remember his name.

Here's a card of the boarding-house at which he is staying." He thrust the bit of pasteboard into her free hand.

"Remember, dear, I really am your husband." With an outraged gesture she flung the card to the floor.