“When did you come over?”
“Landed in Hamburg the last of August.”
“Where have you been ever since?”
“Been looking him up.”
Rosina began to mount the second staircase; she appeared completely bewildered.
“It’s very nice of uncle,” she said about the fourth step, “and of course I’m awfully obliged to whoever wrote home; but I’m not going to marry him, really.”
Jack whistled.
“Well,” he said cheerily, as they attained the second landing, “I know all about him now, anyway; and if you ever do want to go ahead, you can be sure that he’s all right.”
“I knew that he was all right,” she said quietly; “every one in Europe knows that he’s all right.”
“He’s a first-class boxer, anyhow,” the cousin declared. “Lord, what a blow that was! And I did not mean to frighten you at all, either; I thought that you saw me coming.”