"I am so glad you think that I am right!"
"You say that you have not seen him since that evening at Wallack's," said Josephine. "Have you not heard from him since?"
"Yes," said Emily, "we—"
"Write?"
"Yes," again said the young girl. "I hope you do not think that is wrong. Frank does not wish to come here, and I do not wish him to come here, possibly to be abused by my father; and so—"
"I wish I knew him," said Josephine, who by this time had some odd idea running through her head. "What is he like? No, I do not mean how he looks, for you know that I saw him for a moment; but what is his disposition? Grave or gay?"
"Gay—very gay, I should think," replied Emily.
"You go to theatres: is he fond of theatrical performances?"
"Very," answered the young girl.
"So far, so good," said Josephine, in whose mind the thought, whatever it was, seemed to be shaping itself with great rapidity. "Now, is he a mimic? Could he play a part if he should attempt it?"