"How I love you, Constance!" "'Sh! Edith is with me! Oh, I wish it were morning and I could see you.
I have so much to say." Another querulous voice broke in: "For heaven's sake, Connie, don't stand here any longer.

Our reputations are bad enough as it is.

Good night--Roxbury!" He distinctly heard the heartless Edith giggle.

Then came the soft, quick swish of garments and the nocturnal visitors were gone.

He picked up the envelope and, waiting until they were safely down the hall, turned on the light.
"Dearest," he read, "it was not my fault and I know it was not yours.
But, oh, you don't know how I suffered all through those hours of waiting at the cafe.