“Yes.”
“A girl—another girl.”
“Mrs. Driscoll?”
“Oh. Lord, no, she ain’t a girl. This one I’m telling you of is running a little store of her own in Cable Street, kind of fancy work business—I’ve known her a year. O’Brien is her name, Zillah O’Brien. She’s running a fancy work—”
“I know, you’ve told me; are you engaged to her?”
“Well, we’ve been keeping company,” said Hank, “and it amounts to that.”
“You mean you are—then you’ve no right to bother about Tommie.”
“It’s she that’s bothering me.”
“Well, you may make your mind easy. So far as I can see she’s harpooned—that fellow harpooned her.”
“B. C.?”