“Who would have believed it?” he says.
“What now?” asks Aleck, wondering if his companion is dreaming of the fortune he is to win or lose on the morrow.
“She is a flirt, I do believe,” continues the actor.
“Oh, it’s the dark-eyed Spanish senorita who worries the boy. Never mind; remember there’s as good fish in the sea as ever were caught.”
“You’re a Job’s comforter, Aleck. Under the circumstances, physician, heal thyself,” retorts the other.
“Eh? What now?”
“It chances to be the young woman in whom you have such a deep interest.”
At this Craig becomes all attention.
“You mean Dorothy—where is she?” he demands.
“Hush! not quite so loud, my boy. Glance over yonder, she is just going into the Japanese bazaar.”