Mr.Jarvice swore aloud.
"Who is she ?" he asked, sternly.
A faint sense of shame came over Walter Hine.

He dimly imagined what Sylvia would have thought and said, and what contempt her looks would have betrayed, had she heard him thus boast of her goodwill.
"You are asking too much, Mr.Jarvice," he said.
Mr.Jarvice waved the objection aside.
"Of course I ask it as between gentlemen," he said, with an ironical politeness.
"Well, then, as between gentlemen," returned Walter Hine, seriously.

"She is the daughter of a great friend of mine, Mr.Garratt Skinner.

What's the matter ?" he cried; and there was reason for his cry.
It had been an afternoon of surprises for Mr.Jarvice, but this simple mention of the name of Garratt Skinner was more than a surprise.

Mr.
Jarvice was positively startled.