Army and Navy Club,
Washington, D. C.,
November 11,
1910.
Dear Lora,
It is nice to hear from you and learn that despite my rude and intolerant ways you manage to slip in a little affection for me—you and the rest of the folk. And really I think I left a little piece of my heart out there—mostly in Berkeley. It is funny, by the way, that in falling out of love with most of my old sweethearts and semi-sweethearts I should fall in love with my own niece. It is positively scandalous!
I return Sloot's letter. It gave me a bit of a shock to have him say that he would probably never see me again. Of course that is true, but I had not thought of it just that way—had not permitted myself to, I suppose. And, after all, if things go as I'm hoping they will, Montesano will take me in again some day before he seems likely to leave it. We four may see the Grand Cañon together yet. I'd like to lay my bones thereabout.
The garments that you persuaded me were mine are not. They are probably Sterling's, and he has probably damned me for stealing them. I don't care; he has no right to dress like the "filthy rich." Hasn't he any "class consciousness"? However, I am going to send them back to you by express. I'll mail you the paid receipt; so don't pay the charge that the company is sure to make. They charged me again for the two packages that you paid for, and got away with the money from the Secretary of my club, where they were delivered. I had to get it back from the delivery man at the cannon's mouth—34 calibre.
With love to Carlt and Sloots,
Affectionately yours, Ambrose.
The Army and
Navy Club,
Washington, D. C.,
November 14,
1910.