"I did."
"And you found out?"
"Yes, they went to St. Stephen's."
"Well?"
"So the second Sunday, I went there."
"That was a bright move to make. Well, after that?"
"There were three persons in the pew: an elderly man—yes, I saw him," as Janet looked questioningly. "He looks exactly as we thought he did. Then there were his wife, a tall, fine-looking woman, and the daughter, about twenty-six or seven, I should think, nice looking and handsomely dressed; but I didn't go to that church to see them."
"Still it was some satisfaction," declared Janet. "I think I'll go there next Sunday. What about the third time?"
"Not a sign of any young man. I don't believe he goes to church."
"I'd hate to think that," said Janet. "Our hero would go, you know."