Welling: "I never wrote to Mrs. Campbell at all. I thought I would just drop in and tell her why I couldn't come. It seemed so formal to write."
Campbell: "Then will you be kind enough to tell me whom you did write to?"
Welling: "No, Mr. Campbell, I can't do that."
Campbell: "You write such a letter as that to my wife, and then won't tell me whom it's to?"
Welling: "No! And you've no right to ask me."
Campbell: "I've no right to ask you?"
Welling: "No. When I tell you that the note wasn't meant for Mrs. Campbell, that's enough."
Campbell: "I'll be judge of that, Mr. Welling. You say that you were not writing two notes at the time, and that you didn't get the envelopes mixed. Then, if the note wasn't meant for my wife, why did you address it to her?"
Welling: "That's what I can't tell; that's what I don't know. It's as great a mystery to me as it is to you. I can only conjecture that when I was writing that address I was thinking of coming to explain to Mrs. Campbell that I was going away to-day, and shouldn't be back till after her party. It was too complicated to put in a note without seeming to give my regrets too much importance. And I suppose that when I was addressing the note that I did write I put Mrs. Campbell's name on because I had her so much in mind."
Campbell, with irony: "Oh!"