He did not parry with a question.
"What's the use, Lou?" he said.
She thought a moment: "I guess there is no use of getting serious on seven dollars a week."
Her reasonableness comforted him and he told her so. They became as intimate as when they were children.
"You don't suppose Frank still—well, thinks she is in love with yours truly, do you, Lou?" he asked.
"Well—she doesn't act like it," replied Lou, rather indignantly. "You won't be surprised if I tell you something?"
He said he wouldn't.
".....Frankie is going with another fellow!"
Evan drew a silver case of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a "smoke" and replaced the case. Lou regarded him in amazement.
"Why, Evan!" she exclaimed.