“He got a niece, though.”
“Oh! So she’s his niece? What’s her name?”
“Name’s Miss Kitty.”
“I know that,” said the other impatiently. “What’s the rest of it?”
“Ah ain’ never heard no mo’.”
“Do you mean to tell me that she has no last name?”
“Oh, las’ name! I didn’t know you meant las’ name, sah. Las’ name’s Fletcher, o’ co’se!”
“That’s all. Get out!”
Bob departed to tell the cook that “Mister Burton he done wen’ crazy,” and the subject of the announcement remained for many minutes sitting on the bed in his pajamas gazing out into the Enchanted Garden and mentally heaping maledictions upon himself. The thought of the letter of introduction in his trunk was maddening. It was all very plain now; no wonder she had smiled when he had asked about the Colonel!
“Oh Kitty, Kitty!” he muttered, “you’re the cruel one!”