"No, not always, I believe."
"How do you address your letters when you write to him?"
She considered for a moment.
"Of course you are really his friends," she said at last, "and I will tell you."
"Well, we are somewhat anxious to know."
"In New York he goes by the name of Frank Clark."
"Frank Clark! Ah! of course. I ought to have remembered that. Come, Jake, one more drink, and then we must really tear ourselves away from this lovely young lady."
They filled their glasses, drained them, and prepared to go.
"What! are you both going?" asked Sadie, regarding them with a look of disappointment.
"We must go," said Barney. But understanding her look, he quickly turned to his companion and added: