"I see," said Reyburn, meekly. "Well, what are you going to tell me? Am I allowed to ask that?"
Jane grinned.
"Say, you're kiddin' me! I guess you are all right. Well, I'll just tell you all about it. One night last November,—you can see the date there in the paper, I was goin' home to my boardin' house in Camac Street, an' I was passin' the side of that church on 18th an' Spruce, where the weddin' was—you know, fer you was there!"
Reyburn looked at her astonished.
"How did you know I was there?"
"I saw you through the window, over against the wall to the street side of the altar," said Jane calmly.
"How did you know me?"
"Oh, somebody I know pointed you out once an' said you was goin' to be one of the risin' lawyers of the day," she answered nonchalantly, her face quite serious.
A flicker of amusement passed like a ray of light through his eyes, but his face was entirely grave as he ignored the compliment.
"Go on!"