Then she added, as if dismissing the subject, "Well, what did you tell her ?" "Oh, I said I met you in New York.

You see I thought she might think it queer if she knew I only met you in San Francisco three weeks ago.

Of course I said we were married." She looked at him with weary astonishment.
"And of course, whether things go right or not, she'll find out that I've got a husband living, that I never met you in New York, but on the steamer, and that you've lied.

I don't see the USE of it.

You said you were going to tell the whole thing squarely and say the truth, and that's why I came to help you." "Yes; but don't you see, hang it all!" he stammered, in the irritation of weak confusion, "I had to tell her SOMETHING.