"Nor he, either?"
"Well," said I, feeling myself cornered, "I throw myself on your mercy. It's another man's secret, and I ought not to tell you, but if you ask me I certainly shall."
"Right or wrong?"
"Yes, fair Eve, just as Adam ate the apple, so beware!"
"I'm just dying to know, but if you really ought not to tell me I won't tease for it; but I tell you what it is, Harry, if I were you I should bring them together."
"Would you dare take the responsibility of bringing any two together?"
"I suppose I should. I am a daring young woman."
"I have not your courage," said I, "but if it will do you any good to know, Bolton is in a fair way to renew the acquaintance, though he meant not to do it."
"You can tell me how that happened, I suppose?"
"Yes, that is at your service. Simply, the meeting was effected as some others of fateful results have been,—in a New York street-car."