"Did not papa tell you?"
"He said something. I thought I had mistaken him. But you are here."
"Yes. I—I waited to speak with you—to tell you—"
"You told me that night all that's necessary," he said, averting his head to hide the look of pain that he could not repress.
"I was beside myself!" she replied. "You should have known that, Tom.
How else could I have told you—told you—"
"The truth!" he broke in. "Don't think I blame you, Miss Jenny. Don't blame yourself."
"No, no, you do not understand!" she insisted. "Wait—what did you and papa do?"
"Made it up. So that's one thing less to worry you. He did it handsomely. Cracked me up for saving his bridge."
"Your bridge, too!"
"What! You know that?"