"Very good, then," he agreed. "I will do my best by listening to you."
After he had entered the cab, and had taken the seat, beside her, the
young woman turned to look at him keenly.
Jack, for his part, saw that she was rather better dressed than the
average. He imagined her to be the daughter of a family in comfortable
circumstances.
"You do not know who I am, of course?" she began.
"No, madam."
"But you do know one in whom I am much interested," she continued.
For some reason that he could not explain to himself, Jack Benson began
to feel very uncomfortable under the witching battery of her handsome
eyes.
"Who is he?" inquired the submarine boy.
"You know him as--"
She paused, as though stricken with sudden reluctance.
"Well?"
"The name by which you know him is Millard."
Had Jack Benson been lashed at that instant with a whip he could not have
been more astounded.
"Who?" he cried. "What? That in fam--"
He checked himself abruptly.
"It was kind of you to stop as you did," the young woman declared,
gratefully. "The man whom you know as Millard is my promised husband.
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