"You seem to be very fond of Gretchen," he said, at last.
"Fond!" Arthur replied. "I should say I am, though the poor child has not much cause to think so. But I am going to atone, and this suite of rooms is for her. I mean to make her a very queen, and dress her in satin and diamonds every day. She has the diamonds. I sent them to her when I wrote her to join me in Liverpool."
"And she did join you, I suppose?" Frank said, determined by adroit questioning to learn something of the mysterious Gretchen.
"Yes, she joined me," was the reply.
"Was she very sea-sick?" Frank continued.
"Not a minute. She sat by me all the time while I lay in my berth, but she would not let me hold her hand, and if I tried to touch even her hair, she always moved away to the other side of the state-room, where she sat looking at me reproachfully with those soft blue eyes of hers."
"And she was with you at the Brevoort in New York?" Frank said.
"Yes, with me at the Brevoort."
"And in the train?"
"Yes, and in the train."