When a man, Mr.Ford, hez studied that handwrite--havin', so to speak, knowed it on'y from the OUTSIDE--from seein' it passin' like between friends--that man's chances o' bein' mistook ain't ez great ez the man's who on'y takes in the sense of the words that might b'long to everybody.
And her name not bein' the same ez mine, don't foller.

Ef she got a divorce she'd take her old gal's name--the name of her fammerly.

And that would seem to allow she DID get a divorce.

What mowt she hev called herself when she writ this ?" The master saw his opportunity and rose to it with a chivalrous indignation, that for the moment imposed even upon himself.

"I decline to answer that question," he said angrily.