Of course you may suspicion otherwise, for I have seen you on the stage, and being a normal man, have wished that I could devise some excuse for meeting you." "Indeed!" her eye-brows slightly uplifted.
"Yes, I make that confession frankly, yet this call comes from no such desire.

I had no question when I came, but what I had been sent for--you will believe this ?" "I suppose I must, yet it seems very peculiar," she replied, feeling convinced that he was a gentleman, and troubled as to what she had best do.

"Yet now that you have discovered your mistake--" "I hope to take advantage of the opportunity," he broke in firmly, leaning slightly forward.

"May I ask you a question ?" "I could hardly prevent it, and really I do not know that I have anything to conceal." "Then I will risk the effort--do you know a man named Hawley ?--Bartlett Hawley ?" Her eyes did not falter, although a red spot shot into her cheeks, and her lips pressed together.
"No; that is I have never met him," she acknowledged, just a trifle confused.

"But I have received two letters signed by that name, and rather expected the gentleman would call upon me here in Sheridan during my engagement.