"Time has not changed me, I hope, Mattie."
"What have you said to Harriet Wesden?"
"To whom!"
The horror on his face expressed the facts of the case at once, before the next words escaped him.
"It was—Harriet Wesden then!"
"Yes."
"And she came in to see me, and assumed your character, Mattie?" he said; "why did you let her in?"
"I don't know," murmured Mattie; "she was anxious about you, and she had come hither to make inquiries without intruding upon you, until I—I advised her to come."
"For what reason?" he asked in a low tone.
"I thought that you two might become better friends again, and——"