“Luke, have you been betting?”
“Not such a fool.”
She waited, head snuggled against his arm. Presently he said, with great difficulty: “That fellow of yours, Letty——”
“Sebastian?”
“Haven’t got more than one, have you?”
“Of course not,” indignantly she straightened herself. And he blurted out:
“Look here—did he really—I mean, why was he such an ass about his money?”
Letty re-seated herself at the writing-table, and propping her short round little chin on her hands, smiled pensively down at the blotting-paper, and made no reply.
“Do you know what made him do it?” Luke persisted.
“How should I?”