CHAPTER XVII.
WAITING FOR THE ANSWER.
“Has he gone, Frank?” Katie asked, as her husband entered the drawing-room alone.
“Yes, pet, I wanted to have you all to myself.”
Katie was standing with her elbow on the mantel, her smooth forehead was knitted up into a frown, and she looked a very thoughtful little personage indeed.
“So that is the Fred Bingham I have often heard you speak of, Frank?”
Frank nodded.
“And you really like him, Frank, really think him honest and true?”
“I don't like him so very much, Katie, but I think he is a thoroughly good-hearted fellow.”
“Frank, I would not trust him as far as I could see him.”