Flo. Yes, next month.
Herb. Lucky fellow!
Flo. And then papa will be lonely and he may—I’ll try my best.
Herb. He never will, not for years any way, if ever. Who is your friend?
Flo. Harvey Vance. You don’t know him. He is a new man who started a carriage factory here. He doesn’t even know that I have a brother.
Herb. You had better tell him, Flossie. Don’t keep anything back. He mightn’t like it if he heard afterwards from some one else.
Flo. I don’t like to speak against you.
Herb. Then just say there is a black sheep in the family. If he wants to know more, he’ll ask.
Flo. Oh, he is so honorable, he’d never ask; and he’ll help you.