"I hope every one is buying it," said I, passing over her last observation.
"Was it here that you wrote it?"
"Oh, no; it was written in my rooms, under the most favorable circumstances."
"I thought so. This is a very dreary place."
"Perhaps I like it for that very reason."
Her eyes were two interrogation points, but I pretended not to see.
"What nice eyes your cousin has," she said, side glancing.
With a woman it is always a man's eyes.
"And his father was the man who left you the fortune?"
"Yes," I answered, with a short laugh. Of course, I had never told
Phyllis of that thousand-dollar check.