“Um—m—I don’t know,” said Phil.
“Know him?”
“Yes, a little. Mr. Tramlay says he lives on his income.”
“Easy enough for a bachelor to do that in New York,” said the old man, “an’ still not have much.”
They walked in silence a few minutes; then the old man continued,—
“Sure you weren’t mistaken, bub?”
“About what?”
“Sure you reelly fell in love? Sure you warn’t only in a fit of powerful admiration? Lots of young fellers get took in that way an’ spend a lifetime bein’ sorry for it.”
Phil shook his head.