"What's gone wrong? What's Jerrold been doing?"
"Don't ask me any questions, Sloat, but answer. It is a matter of honor. What was your bet with Jerrold?"
"I oughtn't to tell that, Chester. Surely it cannot be a matter mixed up with this."
"I can't explain, Sloat. What I ask is unavoidable. Tell me about that bet."
"Why, he was so superior and airy, you know, and was trying to make me feel that he was so much more intimate with them all at the colonel's, and that he could have that picture for the mere asking; and I got mad, and bet him he never could."
"Was that the day you shook hands on it?"
"Yes."
"And that was her picture—the picture, then—he showed you this morning."
"Chester, you heard the conversation: you were there: you know that I'm on honor not to tell."
"Yes, I know. That's quite enough."