Leslie looked down without immediately replying and gradually grew pale. Then with one of her quick changes she looked up and her eyes met his in a clear, straight glance.
"Yes," she said, tossing her head in the air, "there is some one else."
"Who?" he demanded in a voice that was distinctly authoritative.
The girl drew herself up to her full height and quietly reminded him that he had no right to ask the question. But when Beekman had gone, Leslie's face showed a peculiar change; the hardness dropped from it, and was replaced by a look of intense sadness.
At the door of the Den she stopped to bid her father good-night.
"Well," he called out cheerfully, motioning her to come in, "it's all over then?"
Leslie seated herself upon the knee he offered her. She was pale and very tired.
"Yes, it's all over—all over."
Wilkinson was watching her closely.
"You seem to take it hard, girlie," he returned, puzzled.