"Yes, I know something about it. You followed Miss Minot here."
"Why shouldn't I follow her?" was the hot reply. "She had promised to marry me."
"I understand that promise had been revoked."
"She had no right to revoke it after leading me on—"
"Leading you on!" sternly interrupted Phillip Stanley. "Willard, don't add to your other sins by laying that at the girl's door, when I've known of your boasts that before the year was out you 'would have a wife and the handling of a cool three hundred thousand dollars.'"
"Who told you that?" demanded the young man, with a guilty flush and a shame-faced air.
"It does not matter who told me; I have it on good authority."
"But, Stanley, I am fond of her. I really am."
"Suppose Alfred Bent was fond of your sister, Minnie, in the same way, would you like to have him marry her?"
The fellow shrank as under a lash and his eyes blazed.