"I was so glad you won their case for them," she said in an undertone, moving over toward me, as several new visitors entered. A warm thrill ran all through my veins. "But how did you manage to get here?" she asked with twinkling eyes. "Does she know, or has she forgiven you?"
"She doesn't know—at least, I haven't told her."
"Well, I should like to be by—that is, in a balcony—when she finds out who you are."
"Do you think I was very—bold to come?"
"Bold! Well, wait till she discovers who you are, Richard C[oe]ur de Leon."
"Not I—you see that door? Well, you just watch me. I came for a particular reason that made me think it best to come—and a very good one," I added, and glanced at her and found her still smiling.
"What was it?" She looked me full in the face.
"I will tell you some time——"
"No, now."
"No, next Sunday afternoon, if you will let me walk home with you after you have explained the she-bears."