Poor Frank's color grew deeper and deeper.
"There—there was one fellow, I'm ashamed to say."
"Ashamed? Why should you be ash—" Mr. Walkingshaw broke off suddenly and gazed at his son with very wide-open eyes. "Frank—it was yourself!"
The treacherous brother hung his head. And then, in the depths of his penitence, he heard these extraordinary words—
"My dear, dear chap, this is almost too good to be true!"
"Too good!" gasped Frank.
"What did you do—kiss her?"
"No, no; not so bad as that!"
"You let her know, though? There's no mistake about that, eh?"
"I'm afraid I did."