"I think I can guess. But what is the use of chewing it over? I am sure I never wanted to interfere with you or your—friends. If you like Vera—and I think she is certainly a nice girl—why don't you act more friendly when you meet? I think you treated her a little bit shabbily the last time—and maybe she thinks so, too."
"Oh, I was a fool, that's why. I suppose now, if I try to make up, she'll cut me dead."
"I don't think she is that kind, Roger. Anyway, if I were you, I'd try her."
"I don't suppose you know I got a note about you and her?" went on the senator's son.
"A note?"
"Yes, it was only a scrawl in pencil and I was so angry at the time I tore it up. It said you were making yourself friendly with her just to cut me out."
"Who sent the note?"
"I don't know. Wish I did."
"It was surely some enemy," said Dave; and there the talk had to come to an end.