She locked the door as soon as they were in her room.
“Now tell me all about yourself and everything that has happened since I last saw you.”
Beaming with the excitement that comes from narrative of self, the newcomer talked animatedly for some time.
“And,” she concluded, “Mrs. Kingdon said you told her all about me, and she sent me a ticket to come here. And it’s lovely up here, isn’t it? She told me I’d better keep to the name of Bobbie Burr for the present, until she came anyway.”
“I should say!” agreed Pen. “Marta Sills might land you in most unpleasant places. But, Marta, that man you told me about, whose name you didn’t mention?”
“Yes, Miss Lamont. I try not to think of him.”
“Marta, why did you tell him that you stole. You could have married him. He’d never have known. And you and he could both have been happy.”
In the girl’s wondering eyes, Pen read a mute rebuke.
“I’d rather lose him forever than deceive him!”
“Marta,” said Pen impressively, “Diogenes should have known you.”