"Can't you tell her all about your solemn engagement to Miss Phillips?"
"My engagement to Miss Phillips? Why, man alive, she knows that as well as you do."
"Knows it! How did she find it out?"
"How? Why I told her myself."
"The deuce you did!"
Jack was silent.
"Well, then," said I, after some further thought, "why not tell her every thing?"
"Tell her every thing?"
"Yes—exactly what you've been telling me. Make a clean breast of it."
Jack looked at me for some time with a curious expression.