conversation took a turn that made it quite impossible to mention.'

'I can understand,' Miss Harris replied softly, 'how that might be.
And it doesn't in the least matter,' she went on triumphantly,
'because I've told him myself.'

My nerves must have been a trifle strung up at the time, for this
struck me as a matter for offense. 'You thought I would trample
upon him,' I exclaimed.

'No, no really. I disliked his not knowing it was known--rien de
plus,' she said lightly.

'What did he say?'

'Oh, not much. What should he say?'

'He might have expressed a decent regret on poor Kauffer's account,'
I growled. Dora did not reply, and a glance showed her frowning.

'I believe he apologized!' I cried, pushing, as it were, my
advantage.

'He explained.'

'Oh!'

'Of course he hasn't relished the position, and of course he didn't
realize it before he came. Shall we trot?'