Her brows knit, she bent her head for an instant, and then stared at him in bewilderment and unbelief, and her lips trembled.
"You don't mean my friend--my beautiful one!--not the one who picked me up out of the dirt--" She choked and her slender frame shook--and then she smiled wanly and ended with the tears coursing down her cheeks.

"My beautiful one, who took me home again and kissed me--she kissed me here!" She touched her forehead as though the act were part of some ritual, then covered her eyes.
"You don't mean"-- she cried out suddenly,--"you don't mean it's that!" "No; it's not that; far from _that_," replied Dan sadly, knowing what was in her mind.
He went out and closed the door upon her.

He called Mrs.Owen on the telephone and told her he would be up immediately.

Then he went back to Rose.
"It was like this, Mr.Harwood," said the girl, quite composed again.

"I knew him--pretty well--you know the man I mean.