“No.”
“Haven't seen him?”
“I didn't say I hadn't seen him.”
“What did he say?” I insisted.
“Not very much. It was in the Park.”
“In the PARK? Not very MUCH? How could you let him go?”
“I didn't let him go,” drawled Charles Edward. “He invited me to dinner. A man can't ask a fellow what his intentions are to a man's sister in a park. I hadn't said very much up to that point; he did most of the talking. I thought I would put it off till we got round to the cigars.”
“Then?” I cried, impatiently, “and then?”
“You see,” reluctantly admitted Charles Edward, “there wasn't any then. I didn't dine with him, after all. I couldn't find it—”
“Couldn't find what?”