She threw up her hands, and presently wrote out the cards. And Penelope was trying "to a degree," as Chloe said all Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday. And on Thursday she sent for Bob, who came helter-skelter in a hansom.
"You'll stand by me, Bob," said Pen, clutching him.
Bob put his hands in his pockets and stood straddle-legs. He stared at her. What was hidden from the wisdom of Chloe was revealed to the simplicity of this boy.
"Pen," said Bob, solemnly, "I'll stick by you till death. But ain't you going to tell me who it is?"
"Who what is?" asked Pen, feebly.
"Him," said Bob. "Pen, you've been and gone and done it."
Pen, the strong and mighty Pen, wept a little.
"Don't snivel," said Bob. "It can't be helped now, I suppose, unless you get a divorce. Do you want one?"
"Oh, no!" said Pen. "Not at all!"
Bob considered the matter for a few minutes.