"Was she talking about me?" asked Ida, in a low tone.
"Yes, and she spoke of you in the most complimentary way, as you did of her. Why the mischief you two ladies do not become the warmest friends is beyond me. Sit down here a little while, Miss Mayhew, for you are growing tired;" and she was very glad to comply.
As she made no effort to continue the conversation he resumed, "You haven't told me what my punishment is to be."
"Are you so anxious to be punished?" she asked, looking up shyly at him.
"Well, my conscience troubles me greatly, and I feel I ought to do something for you in the way of expiation."
"And so I gather that anything done for me would be such severe penance that your conscience would be appeased."
"Now, Miss Mayhew," he replied, looking earnestly into her face, "tell me truly, do you gather any such impression from my words and manner?"
But she kept her eyes resolutely on the ground, and said demurely,
"Such was the obvious meaning of your words."
"Do you know why I am in the city?" he asked after a moment.
"I have not presumed to think why."