"I can't!" said Bobo obstinately.
"I suppose she made you promise not to tell me."
Bobo was silent.
"Very well. Now listen. When you came with me the first condition of our agreement was that you should obey orders. Isn't that so?"
Bobo nodded sullenly.
"Well, I order you to tell me what happened to-day. That lets you out of any promise you may have made."
Poor Bobo was quite unable to stand out against a stronger nature. "Oh, since you put it that way, I have seen her."
"Where?"
"In the Park. On a bench near that fountain down the steps at the end of the Mall. We used to sit there sometimes in the sun. And I just went back on a chance—well you know!"
"Sure, I know how you feel," said Jack more sympathetically. "I'm sorry to see so much good feeling wasted."