The girl nodded.
"Well, Miss Kunkel"—she suppressed a smile—"tell me your troubles and perhaps you'll feel better."
More tears was the girl's reply.
"Look here"—there was impatience in her voice—"there's no man worth bawling over."
"But—but——" wept the girl, "he said he'd marry me!"
"Isn't he going to?"
"I don't know—he's going away in a few days and he won't talk any more about it. He's waltzed every waltz to-night with Essie Tisdale and has not danced once with me."
"So? And who's Essie Tisdale?"
"She's the waitress here."
"Downstairs? In this hotel?"