"Very well. Your name, please?"
"Mavis Kenrick."
"Mrs," he wrote, as he glanced at the wedding ring which she now wore on her finger.
"What address, please?" was his next question.
"I haven't one at present."
The man looked at her in surprise, at which Mavis explained how she had come from Melkbridge the day before.
"At least you can give us your husband's address."
"He's abroad," declared Mavis, with as much resolution as she could muster.
"Then you might give me the address of your friends in Melkbridge."
"To write to?" asked Mavis.