"But you do know one in whom I am much interested," she continued.
For some reason that he could not explain to himself, Jack Benson began to feel very uncomfortable under the witching battery of her handsome eyes.
"Who is he?" inquired the submarine boy.
"You know him as—"
She paused, as though stricken with sudden reluctance.
"Well?"
"The name by which you know him is Millard."
Had Jack Benson been lashed at that instant with a whip he could not have been more astounded.
"Who?" he cried. "What? That in fam—"
He checked himself abruptly.