Oh, the little fool! Why, she's worse than I was.

_I_ wasn't to be taken in by soft whispers and kisses--well--well--_well_!" The lady bumped herself into the nearest chair, breathed heavily and smoothed her apron distractedly.

Then she looked at the letter again.
Her glance went to the top of the sheet.
"So, no address.

That looks bad.

Who's Archibald Dorrimore?
May be that isn't his right name.