“Eh?” grunted the big Yale man. “What did you say?”
“Do you see Hattie Hazle anywhere?”
“Oho!” laughed Bruce. “So that is the matter! I presume you will not go directly from here to the yacht. Miss Hazle must walk home, and you will——”
“Nothing of the sort, sir!” interrupted Diamond, flushing hotly. “I am not chasing every pretty girl I see!”
“No? Well, you are a rare bird among the rising generation.”
“Besides——”
“I know all about the little girl at Bar Harbor, but she would never know anything about your little flirtations over here.”
“That makes no difference to me,” came haughtily from Jack’s lips. “I should know about it, and my sense of honor——”
“More of your Southern notions.”
“Perhaps so, but I am rather proud of my Southern notions, Mr. Browning. That is all, sir.”