Having no response for this, Dennis substituted: “I saw you at the theater last night,” and a palpable degree of joy left his countenance at the announcement.
“Ah!” exclaimed the widow, regarding him curiously. “Where were you?”
“In th’ lobby,” replied Dennis unblushingly.
“What did you think of the performance?” asked his companion after a moment.
Dennis looked her directly in the eyes with the light of inspiration in his glance as he said:
“I did not see it.”
The widow gazed at the young man for one searching moment, reddened slightly, and, rising, proceeded to the music rack, from which she extracted bosoms Nos. 2 and 3.
“Suppose we read the story,” was her reply.
As the widow extended the bosoms toward him, Dennis could not avoid the thought which had presented itself to him on the day before, that this woman had not only two bosoms of his in her possession, but his heart as well; and a certain degree of the animation of this reflection found its way into his eyes.
“Well,” inquired this observing woman, “what is it?”