"No. And that letter might come while you're away."
"Conceivably. Letters do come while a man's away!"
"Dwight—I thought if you wouldn't mind if I opened it—"
"Opened it?"
"Yes. You see, it'll be about me mostly—"
"I should have said that it'll be about my brother mostly."
"But you know what I mean. You wouldn't mind if I did open it?"
"But you say you know what'll be in it."
"So I did know—till you—I've got to see that letter, Dwight."
"And so you shall. But not till I show it to you. My dear Lulu, you know how I hate having my mail interfered with."