"Have you been with him--talked to him lately ?" she asked, and a faint rose tint came into her cheeks.

But her eyes were steady, dark, and deep, and peered through and far beyond me.
"Yes, I've met him a few times, around places." "Did he ever speak of--of me ?" "Once or twice, and then as if he couldn't help it." "What did he say ?" "Well, the last time he seemed hungry to hear something about you.

He didn't exactly ask, but, all the same, he was begging.

So I told him." "What ?" "Oh, how you were dressed, how you looked, what you said, what you did--all about you.

Don't be offended with me, Miss Sampson.