MISS GALBRAITH: "Well, don't! Aunt Mary is expecting me here at
Schenectady,--I telegraphed her,--and I want you to stop here, too,
and we'll refer the whole matter to her. She's such a wise old head.
I'm not sure" -

MR. RICHARDS: "What?"

MISS GALBRAITH, demurely: "That I'm good enough for you."

MR. RICHARDS, starting, in burlesque of her movement, as if a thought
had struck HIM: "Lucy! how came you on this train when you left
Syracuse on the morning express?"

MISS GALBRAITH, faintly: "I waited over a train at Utica." She
sinks into a chair, and averts her face.

MR. RICHARDS: "May I ask why?"

MISS GALBRAITH, more faintly still: "I don't like to tell. I" -

MR. RICHARDS, coming and standing in front of her, with his hands in
his pockets: "Look me in the eye, Lucy!" She drops her veil over
her face, and looks up at him. "Did you--did you expect to find ME
on this train?"

MISS GALBRAITH: "I was afraid it never WOULD get along,--it was so
late!"

MR. RICHARDS: "Don't--tergiversate."