“Yes,” assented Patience, “he told us that was his business.”
“And the other stranger, Miss Welcome? Do not hide any of the facts.”
“I’d rather not say,” replied Patience hesitatingly.
“You had better tell me,” urged Miss Masters.
“I—I can’t,” exclaimed the girl, “it hurts me even to think that he—”
“Better tell me,” Miss Masters persisted.
“The other young man,” said Patience, “was—Harry Boland.”
“What?” exclaimed Miss Masters sharply.
“You know Harry Boland?” Patience flushed and stood up.
“I do. You are in the Bolands’ outer offices at this moment.”