Phil's curiosity was somewhat stirred, and he signified that he would like to hear it.
“I have for some time wanted a confidant,” said Mr. Wilbur. “I did not wish to trust a mere acquaintance, for—ahem!—the matter is quite a delicate one.”
Phil regarded him with increased interest.
“I am flattered by your selecting me,” said he. “I will keep your secret.”
“Phil,” said Mr. Wilbur, in a tragic tone, “you may be surprised to hear that I am in LOVE!”
Phil started and wanted to laugh, but Mr. Wilbur's serious, earnest look restrained him.
“Ain't you rather young?” he ventured to say.
“No; I am nineteen,” answered Mr. Wilbur.
“The heart makes no account of years.”
Whether this was original or borrowed, Phil could not tell.