"Capital!" exclaimed Warren. "I will get that into my next letter. I see, Mr. Grant, you have an observing eye. You would make a good reporter for one of the city dailies."
"Do you think so?" asked Andy, feeling complimented.
"I am sure of it."
"How long have you lived in the city, Mr. Warren?"
"About three months. Some time I will tell you why I came here," he continued, with an air of mystery.
"I shall be glad to hear."
"I will tell you now, for I see you have a sympathetic soul. I loved, and my love was returned, but a heartless parent interposed and separated two loving hearts."
He took out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes. Andy hardly knew whether to laugh or to express sympathy.
"I suppose that often happens?" he said, rather lamely. "Perhaps he may yet repent."
"I live in that hope. When I have become famous, I will go back and offer myself again to Sophia. I suppose you have had no heart experiences as yet, Mr. Grant?"