“All about what?”
“About the excitement you’re such a VALUABLE part of; about your wonderful Spanish friend and how she claims the strange young man here for her husband.”
“They’ll know more’n that, I expec’,” he returned with a side glance at me, “before VERY long.”
“Every one thinks I am so interesting,” she rattled on artlessly, “because I happened to meet YOU in the woods. I’ve held quite a levee all day. In a reflected way it makes a heroine of me, you see, because you are one of the very MOST prominent figures in it all. I hope you won’t think I’ve been too bold,” she pursued anxiously, “in claiming that I really am one of your acquaintances?”
“That’ll be all right,” he politely assured her.
“I am so glad.” Her laughter rang out gaily. “Because I’ve been talking about you as if we were the OLDEST friends, and I’d hate to have them find me out. I’ve told them everything—about your appearance you see, and how your hair was parted, and how you were dressed, and—”
“Luk here,” he interrupted, suddenly discharging his Bowery laugh, “did you tell ‘em how HE was dressed?” He pointed a jocular finger at me. “That WUD ‘a’ made a hit!”
“No; we weren’t talking of him.”
“Why not? He’s in it, too. Bullieve me, he THINKS he is!”
“In the excitement, you mean?”