Oh! He asked me if I knew you." "Well ?" "I said that I did, of course and that you were a pretty clever fellow; though you had been a sad boy in your time." The face of Florence instantly reddened.
"Why, what's the matter?
Oh I understand now! That little niece of his is one of your flames.

But come! Don't take it so to heart.

Your chances are one in ten, I have no doubt.

By the way, I haven't seen Clara for a week.

What has become of her?
Gone back to Albany, I suppose.