"But, you are seldom talkative."
"So brother used to tell me. He said I had lost my heart, and tongue."
Redburn was drumming on the window-casing with his fingers;—a sort of lonely tattoo it was.
"You seemed to be much interested in the outlaw. Miss Terry," he observed, as if by chance the thought had just occurred to him, when, in reality, he was downright jealous. "Had you two ever met—"
"Certainly not, sir," and Alice flashed him an inquiring glance. "Why do you ask?"
"Oh! for no reason, in particular, only I fancied that song was meant especially for him."
Redburn, afterward, would have given a hundred dollars to have recalled those words, for the haughty, half-indignant look Alice gave him instantly showed him he was on the wrong track.
If he wished to court her favor, it must be in a different way, and he must not again give her a glimpse of his jealous nature.
"You spoke of a brother," said Alice, turning to Anita. "Does he live here with you?"
"Yes, when not away on business. He has now been absent for over a month."