“Anxious—tearful?”
“Both.”
“Invite her to dinner?”
Jack nodded.
“So that was the beginning, eh? Champagne?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“McGowan’s Pass Tavern.”
“I see. When did she begin to hint at the breach-of-promise idea?”
“Oh! about two months ago. She was getting pretty savage about that time, used to follow me, wrote me twice a day, even hung around the club.”