“Seating myself, it was not long before I was in conversation with her.”
“I see,” said Nick. “Did she know who you were?”
“Why, no.”
“Then how did she come to know?”
“That is where I was a fool. I told her.”
“On her inquiry?”
“No, confound it. A bottle of wine and a pretty woman let loose my tongue, and I babbled like an infant.”
Nick had difficulty in keeping a straight face over this frank confession and the disgusted face that accompanied it.
“Of course you didn’t know her?” asked Nick.
“No; she told me she was but recently from Chicago; that she was married; that her husband had been detained at the last moment, but would soon follow her.”