"No-o-o-o; that is, not exactly."
"Do you wish me to tell you?"
"Why—he—he—told me it was some dispute over international affairs," stammered the young woman.
"Do you feel yourself a loyal American?" asked Jack, looking at her curiously.
"Yes!" she answered, without an instant's hesitation, looking straight into his eyes, almost defiantly.
"And you love this man, Millard?"
"Yes!" Yet her declaration was not so emphatic as it would have been a few moments before.
Jack Benson sighed.
"Would you love a man who had betrayed his country's flag?" he asked, presently, in a very low voice.
"Has Don—has the man you know as Millard offered to do that?"