"I have to watch myself constantly to keep from calling her Mrs. Wharton.
I believe writing her real name is bad policy. It makes me forget. After
this I shall call her Miss Dering, and I'll speak of him as Dudley. This
morning he asked me to call him 'Jim.' He calls me 'Sam.' Actors do get
familiar. When she came downstairs to go driving with him this morning
I'll swear she was the prettiest thing I ever saw. They took a lunch and
were gone for hours. I'd like to punch his face. She was very quiet all
evening, and I fancied she avoided me. I smelt liquor on his breath just
before bedtime.
"_One A. M._--I thought everybody had gone to bed, but they are out
there on the veranda talking. Just outside her windows. I distinctly heard
him call her 'dearest.' Something must have alarmed them, for they parted
abruptly. He walked the veranda for an hour, all alone. Plenty of
evidence."