“Say, isn’t it time you began confiding?”
“Oh, you caught it—the letter I mean—There are few things those eyes of yours don’t see!”
“Man?” he continued, ignoring the compliment.
“Yes. It’s a dreadful perplexity.”
“Tell your old uncle!”
“Perhaps.”
“You’re in love?”
“I—I was. You see—ah, it’s gone past the place where it should have ended!”
“Then why don’t you break it off?”
“That’s all very well to say, but he’s a good man, and he says he’s crazy about me. Do I seem happy to you?”