"I suppose so."

"Where?"

"I believe at the Overpark."

Miss Hernshaw caught her breath, as if she were going to speak, but she
did not say anything.

"Why do you insist upon all this, Miss Hernshaw?" he entreated. "It can
do you no good to follow the matter up!"

"Do you think I want to do myself _good?_" she returned. "I want to do
myself _harm!_ What did he say when he came to see you?"

"Well, you can imagine," said Hewson, not able to keep out of his tone
the lingering disgust he felt for St. John.

"He complained?"

"He all but shed tears," said Hewson, recalled to a humorous sense of St.
John's behavior. "I felt sorry for him; though," he added, darkly, "I
can't say that I do now."

Miss Hernshaw didn't seek to fathom the mystery of his closing words.
"Had he been actually inconvenienced by that thing in the paper?"

"Yes--somewhat."