young lady is warned. She'll be anxious enough to keep quiet.
If you do, there won't be any scandal--at least not from there.''

``I'll go down and warn her. Where is she? I'll speak to her
father.''

``And have him make a row? No, there's only one way. Send your
daughter to her.''

``But you don't know my daughter. She's a born--'' Just in time
Ganser remembered that he was talking to a stranger and talking
about his daughter. ``She wouldn't do it right,'' he finished.

``She can go in and see the young lady alone and come out without
speaking to anybody else. I'll promise you there'll be no
risk.''

Ganser thought it over and decided to take Otto's advice. They
discussed Mr. Feuerstein for several minutes, and when Otto left,
Ganser followed him part of the way down the stoop, shaking hands
with him. It was a profound pleasure to the brewer to be able to
speak his mind on the subject of his son-in-law to an
intelligent, appreciative person. He talked nothing else to his
wife and Lena, but he had the feeling that he might as well talk
aloud to himself.

After supper--the Gansers still had supper in the evening, their
fashionable progress in that direction having reached only the
stage at which dinner is called luncheon--he put Lena into the
carriage and they drove to Avenue A. On the way he told her