"That's true; they couldn't," she granted reluctantly. "But there's the name beneath, Cecily Wayne. I suppose you can read."
"I can. Who is Cecily Wayne?"
"Of all the impudence!" cried the enraged lady. "As you've been making yourself and her conspicuous all the afternoon—"
"Oh!" exclaimed the Tyro, a great light breaking in upon him. "So that's Cecily Wayne. It's a pretty name."
"It's a name that half of the most eligible men in New York have tried their best to change," said the other with emphasis. "Remsen Van Dam is not the only one, I assure you."
"Then the apostle of St. Vitus on the dock was Remsen Van Dam! Well, that's all right. She isn't engaged to him. The paper's wrong."
"Pray, how can you know that?"
"A little bird—No; they don't have little birds at sea, do they? A well-informed fish told me."
"Then I tell you the opposite. Now I trust that you will appreciate that your attentions to Miss Wayne are offensive."
"They don't seem to have offended her."