"Yes, I have," she said after a moment's hesitation. "Why, he told me you yourself told him he couldn't lose. You don't mean to say there's any—any danger?"
"I'm sorry. He shouldn't have told you! There's always a risk. I'm sorry he let you do that."
"Oh, I oughtn't to have let it out," she said contritely. "Promise not to tell him. I didn't mean to! Besides—it's not much really."
Bojo shook his head.
"Mr. Crocker— Tom," she said, laying her hand on his arm, "don't turn him against me. I'm being square with you. I do care for Fred. I don't care if he hasn't a cent in the world; really I'm not that sort, honest."
"And your mother?"
She was silent, and he seized the advantage.
"Why get into something that'll only hurt you both? Suppose things turn out all right. He'll spend every cent he'll make in a few months. Now listen, Louise. You're not made for life in a flat; neither is he. It would be a miserable disaster. I'm sorry," he said, seeing her eyes fill. "But what I say is true. You've got a career, a brilliant career with money and fame ahead; don't spoil your chances and don't spoil his."
"What do you mean?" she said, flaring up. "Then there is some one else! I knew it! That's where he's going this afternoon!"
"There is no one else," he said, lying outrageously. "I've warned you. I've told you the real situation. That's all."