"Oh!"
The little exclamation was prolonged, and something seemed to die out of the young man's face. To her own disgusted surprise she felt herself trembling and flushing. How silly it all was! The manager stepped back stiffly, and picked up his soft hat from the chair upon which he had carelessly tossed it when he came bravely in, a few moments since, feeling himself an assured and welcome guest. As he regained it the old, stern manner, almost forgotten of late, fell over him like a mantle.
"This Bonnivel has been in the war, has he?"
"No, not in active service. They have been kept cruising between Florida and Key West, on guard duty. His ship is the 'Terror'?"
"Ah!"
He looked at her, trying to remember where that name had come up before. Then it appeared to him in a flash.
"Why, that's where Lozcoski served?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"And you tried to question him about the captain's name."
"You see, I wanted to make sure that he was on that ship. His forgetting seemed to make it doubtful."