"All right, thank you," said Lulu.
"Was he—about the letter, you know?"
"Yes," she said, "but that didn't matter. You'll be sure," she added, "not to say anything about what was in the letter?"
"Why, not till you tell me I can," said Cornish, "but won't everybody know now?"
"No," Lulu said.
At this he had no more to say, and feeling his speculation in his eyes, dropped them to a piano scarf from which he began flicking invisible specks.
"I came to tell you good-bye," Lulu said.
"Good-bye!"
"Yes. I'm going off—for a while. My satchel's in the bakery—I had my breakfast in the bakery."
"Say!" Cornish cried warmly, "then everything wasn't all right last night?"