The girl stood looking at the ingenious forger with an odd, breathless smile.

It was difficult to determine, however, if gratified curiosity were not its most dominant expression.
"And you've got a wife--and THAT'S her ?" she resumed.
"Yes." "Where did you first meet her?
Who is she ?" "She's an actress--mighty popular in 'Frisco--I mean New York.

Lot o' chaps tried to get her--I cut 'em out.

For all dad's trying to keep me at Dawson's--I ain't such a fool, eh ?" Nevertheless, as he stood there stroking his fair mustache, his astuteness did not seem to impress his sister to enthusiastic assent.
Yet she did not relax her breathless, inquisitive smile as she went on:-- "And what are you going to do about dad ?" He turned upon her querulously.
"Well, that's what I want to talk about." "You'll catch it!" she said impressively.

But here her brother's nervousness broke out into a weak, impotent fury.