"What?"
"The bans will be published to-morrow from efery church in Pittsburg, Richmond, and Williamsburg!"
I glared at him, catching my breath and swallowing.
"Sir," he whined, "I ask your pardon, but I haff so often seen you in Johnstown, and Miss Warren, too, and—and—I would not haff harm come to her, or you, sir; and I pelieved you—you lofed her—"
I looked at him savagely.
"Ach!—I will mix me no more mit kindness to nobody!" he muttered. "Shemmy, you mint your peezeness and sell dem goots in dot pasket-box!"
"Shemuel," I said, "what did she say when you told her I was in Fort Pitt?"
"Miss Warren went white like you did, sir."
"And you said you would tell me where she was to be found?"
"Ach!—yess."