"Had a comfortably good time to-day?" he inquired, stretching himself lazily on the lounge at her side.
"Yes. What have you been doing?"
"'Socializing,' as Priscilla says; cantering about all over Denver, looking up people we shouldn't nod to at home. Where are your friends?"
"The Burtons? I think they went to a hotel. They are not going on till to-morrow night."
"I wonder what became of the passenger agent; I haven't seen him since morning," said the collegian, with his eyes lying in wait to pounce upon her secret.
"He was with us," she replied, calmly, and Fleetwell sat up immediately.
"Oughtn't I to be jealous?" he demanded.
"I don't know why you should be?"
"I fancy the others would say I ought to be."
"Why?"