“Well, she’s just Gracie, that’s all. And—sh!”—Lena looked cautiously about, “don’t breathe it, but she’s in love with an English chap who’s over here. And her mother doesn’t approve——”
“Why? Who’s the Britisher?”
“I don’t want to tell you, ’cause it’s Gracie’s secret——”
“All right; I don’t want to know anyway. But where do I come in? I hate to hurry you, but I’m assuming I play a part in this tragedy, and I want my cue, for honest to goodness, Lena, I’ve troubles of my own!”
“Yes, I know, Captain, and I won’t be but a minute explaining. Well, Gracie has been corresponding with this man,——”
“Oh, naughty! naughty!”
“Hush! It’s all right; only of course, she doesn’t want her mother to know. Well, she tears up his letters, but—what do you think!”
“Censor?”
“No! but the man has given her her letters to him——”
“Returned them!”