"Well, señorita," said Carker, smiling on her, "what do you think of Frank Merriwell's home and his friends?"
"Oh, eet ees the most splendeed theeng I evaire see," she murmured. "Eet makes me feel so happy for you all."
"Happy?" said Carker, regarding her closely. "Why, I fancied you were looking rather unhappy. To me you seemed downcast. Has anything occurred to make you sad?"
"Oh, eet ees that I am so far from home—perhaps," she answered. "Why deed you not seet by the beauteeful lady you meet again one time more on the train?"
"Whom do you mean?"
"The friend of Señorita Badgaire. I theenk she ees so veree pretty. She ees marreed, eh?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, she's married," muttered Carker.
"You are sorree?"
"Sorry?"