"Where can I communicate with you, sir?" he asked.
"Dog and Thistle, Blackstone Street. I'll write my address."
So Jack wrote his address card, (by the way, he wrote a splendid hand,) and took his leave of the governor.
From the Adams House he posted to Louisburg Square, where the Trevors were living in great style. Slightly acquainted with Miss Trevor, he found no difficulty in being admitted to her presence. After rattling over a few commonplace topics, he came to the object of his mission.
"Have you seen Bliffins lately?"
"Not very," replied the fair one, languidly.
"Dying, ma'am, dying."
"Is it possible? What's the matter, sir?"
"Love—desperation—patience on a monument couldn't sit there forever—heart ache—only one thing to save him."
"Indeed! and what is that?"