Captain Forrester took the letter, and read the part indicated carefully.
The major watched him anxiously till he had done.
“Well?” he asked, as his comrade handed it back.
“It seems to be a case,” said the latter.
“That’s what I thought. I don’t like that carrying her parasol, and telling the boy that two are company—”
Captain Forrester burst into a loud laugh.
“Why, you glorious old donkey, that’s the dog!”
“Nonsense; she’d never say a dog was shy and gentlemanly, and looked as if he’d had a lot of trouble.”
“No,” said the captain holding his sides, “that’s the librarian.”
“Who—the fellow Julius she talks about?” asked the major, beginning to feel very warm.