When Dwight said, "Look at my beautiful handkerchief," displayed a
hole, sent his Ina for a better, Lulu, with a manner of haste, addressed
him:
"Dwight. It's a funny thing, but I haven't Ninian's Oregon address."
"Well?"
"Well, I wish you'd give it to me."
Dwight tightened and lifted his lips. "It would seem," he said, "that
you have no real use for that particular address, Lulu."
"Yes, I have. I want it. You have it, haven't you, Dwight?"
"Certainly I have it."
"Won't you please write it down for me?" She had ready a bit of paper
and a pencil stump.
"My dear Lulu, now why revive anything? Why not he sensible and leave
this alone? No good can come by--"
"But why shouldn't I have his address?"
"If everything is over between you, why should you?"
"But you say he's still my husband."
Dwight flushed. "If my brother has shown his inclination as plainly as
I judge that he has, it is certainly not my place to put you in touch
with him again."
"You won't give it to me?"
"My dear Lulu, in all kindness--no.
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