“But what good are you doing her?”
“Helping her to keep up her courage by letting her know that one man respects her.”
“Don’t you think she may get to expect more than that?”
“Certainly not. Why should she?”
“Just because girls do,” I said. “Do you write her letters?”
“Sometimes.”
“What do you write about?”
He wouldn’t tell me that. Next day I went down to the shop to investigate matters. Since the Bantam wouldn’t listen to sense, I intended to hint to the girl the danger of what she was doing. Of course she could never marry him; but I was morally certain that that was what she was aiming at.
The shop was a stationer’s. I had chosen an hour in the afternoon when it was likely to be empty, everyone being engaged in some form of athletics. I entered and saw a daintily gowned woman with her back turned towards me. She was all in white. Her waist was of the smallest. She had a mass of honey-colored hair. She swung about at sound of my footstep.
“Why, Kitty, of all people in the world! I didn’t expect to find you here.”