"I'll be hanged if I can understand it."
"Of course you can't, 'it' having emanated from the brain of a woman. I only hope your inability to comprehend the incomprehensible is the worst feature in the case."
"But it isn't," protested Ray. "I must renounce my drive, and your charming society."
"Really! is she so imperative, and are you so much her bond slave?"
Ray laughed. "Imperative," he cried. "You need not have asked, had you known the name affixed to this missive, and you would obey it with as much alacrity as I shall. Listen, Heath: I can trust you with a secret, if this be one." And, unfolding the note, he read:
Raymond Vandyck, Etc.