The colonel and the signorina both smiled gently.
“You do it very well, Martin,” said the former, “but it will save time if I state that both Signorina Nugent and myself are possessed of the details regarding the—” (The colonel paused, and stroked his mustache.)
“The second loan,” said the signorina.
I was less surprised at this, recollecting certain conversations.
“Ah! and how did you find that out?” I asked.
“She told me,” said the colonel, indicating his fair neighbor.
“And may I ask how you found it out, signorina?”
“The President told me,” said that lady.
“Did you make him drunk?”
“No, not drunk,” was her reply, in a very demure voice, and with downcast eyes.