“Why, yes,” said he; “I would have given my head to see you anywhere, only—”
“Only what?”
“Duncan might have came in and spoiled it.”
“Spoiled what?”
Bob fidgeted.
“Look here, Cynthia,” he said, “you're not stupid—far from it. Of course you know a fellow would rather talk to you alone.”
“I should have been very glad to have seen Mr. Duncan, too.”
“You would, would you!” he exclaimed. “I shouldn't have thought that.”
“Isn't he your friend?” asked Cynthia.
“Oh, yes,” said Bob, “and one of the best in the world. Only—I shouldn't have thought you'd care to talk to him.” And he looked around for fear the vigilant Mr. Duncan was already in the park and had discovered them. Cynthia smiled, and immediately became grave again.