“What have you been hearing, Letty?” he asked, quietly.
“Oh, about your father’s will for one thing, and the fact that you’re out of the company, and some gossip about Mrs. Kane which doesn’t interest me very much. You know what I mean. Aren’t you going to straighten things out, so that you can have what rightfully belongs to you? It seems to me such a great sacrifice, Lester, unless, of course, you are very much in love. Are you?” she asked archly.
Lester paused and deliberated before replying. “I really don’t know how to answer that last question, Letty,” he said. “Sometimes I think that I love her; sometimes I wonder whether I do or not. I’m going to be perfectly frank with you. I was never in such a curious position in my life before. You like me so much, and I—well, I don’t say what I think of you,” he smiled. “But anyhow, I can talk to you frankly. I’m not married.”
“I thought as much,” she said, as he paused.
“And I’m not married because I have never been able to make up my mind just what to do about it. When I first met Jennie I thought her the most entrancing girl I had ever laid eyes on.”
“That speaks volumes for my charms at that time,” interrupted his vis-a-vis.
“Don’t interrupt me if you want to hear this,” he smiled.
“Tell me one thing,” she questioned, “and then I won’t. Was that in Cleveland?”
“Yes.”
“So I heard,” she assented.