He sat with his eyes upon the floor. He was just about to open the great subject he had in his mind, when suddenly Miss Gladys herself brought it up. “Samuel,” she asked, “why did you leave my cousin's?”
Samuel hesitated. “I—I don't like to say, Miss Gladys.”
“Please tell me,” she insisted.
“I left it,” he replied in a low voice, “because I found that he got drunk.”
“Oh!” said the girl, “when was this?”
“It was last Wednesday night, Miss Gladys.”
“Tell me all about it, Samuel.”
“I—I don't like to,” he stammered. “It's not a story to tell to a lady.”
“I already know something about it from my maid,” said she. “Jack Holliday was there, wasn't he?”
“Yes, ma'am.”