I looked into my thought reservoir last night after I left you
and discovered that if I hadn’t ever met you before I would have
loved you just the same. Is that disloyalty to Carrie with the gold
braids and the capricious moods? No, by my halidome, no! I have
two in my heart—two girls—one the ideal of romantic youth, the
other, the completer, sweeter, better beloved Caroline, but no less
an ideal. Am I not the richest man in the world? If this be bigamy,
give me bigamy or give me death.
P.S. I didn’t answer that question last night. Why did the cabby
swear at you? Cabbies always swear unless you tip them. But never
mind, hereafter I’ll be on hand to do the tipping for you.
P.P.S. I want you, my honey.
P.P.P.S. I need you.