"Till she does?" he asked, as she paused.
She paused a moment longer. "Well, it's a comfort to see her. You'll do that for yourself."
"I shall do that for myself," Dennis repeated. After a moment he went on: "To be utterly frank, it was to do it I came."
"And not to see me? Thank you! But I quite understand," said Mrs. Beever; "you looked to me to introduce you. Sit still where you are, and I will."
"There's one thing more I must ask you. You see; you know; you can tell me." He complied but a minute with her injunction; again, nervously, he was on his feet. "Is Miss Armiger in love with Mr. Bream?"
His hostess turned away. "That's the one question I can't answer." Then she faced him again. "You must find out for yourself."
He stood looking at her. "How shall I find out?"
"By watching her."
"Oh, I didn't come to do that!" Dennis, on his side, turned away; he was visibly dissatisfied. But he checked himself; before him rose a young man in
