“And you listened to her, George?” said Katherine, reproachfully.
“Listened? Why, of course I did. I couldn’t help myself. She said it before I knew what she was going to say. She didn’t give me the chance that your man had in that story you were speaking of. I said something that irritated her and she out with it at once as if it had been a crime on your part. I did not look on it in that light, and don’t now. Anyhow, you are not going back to the ribbon counter.”
“No,” answered the young lady, with a sigh, looking dreamily out into the hazy distance. “No, I am not.”
“At least, not that side of the counter,” said George.
She looked at him for a moment, as if she did not understand him; then she laughed lightly.
“Now,” said Morris, “I have done most of the confession on this confession of yours. Supposing I make a confession, and ask you to tell me what she told you.”
“Well, she told me that you were a very fascinating young man,” answered Katherine, with a sigh.
“Really. And did after-acquaintance corroborate that statement?”
“I never had occasion to tell her she was mistaken.”
“What else did she say? Didn’t mention anything about my prospects or financial standing in any way?”