Dick was amazed, and a little hurt, perhaps. His confidence had been violated in some measure. He thought the matter over for almost a minute.
'Ain't you goin' to go fer him 'cause of her, eh?' he asked.
'Her? Who d'you mean?'
'Miss Chris.'
'It's nothin' to do with her.'
Dick deliberated again.
'Look here, she was cryin' after you went this mornin'. Saw her hidin' her face by the harmonium, an' wipin' her eyes.'
Harry had not heard evidently; he was, it would appear, devoting his whole attention to the antics of a blue grub. Dick approached still closer, and assumed the tone of an arch-conspirator.
'Heard anything 'bout Mr. Frank?'
'Not a thing, Dick.'