"I think I told you that I was alone in this hotel. Miss
Guile. My friends are at another hotel. I am not aware that--"
"I have seen and talked with that charming old man, Mr. Totten," she
interrupted. "He has been here for days, and Mr. Dank as well. Do you
think that you have been quite fair with me?"
He lowered his eyes. "I think I have been most fair to both of us,"
he replied. "Will you believe me when I say that in a way I
personally requested them to leave this hotel and seek another? And
will it decrease your respect for me if I add that I wanted to have
you all to myself, so to speak, and not to feel that these good
friends of mine were--"
"Why don't you look me in the face, Mr. Schmidt?" she broke in. He
looked up at once prepared to meet a look of disdain. To his
surprise, she was smiling. "I have talked it all over with Mrs.
Gaston, and she advised me to forgive you if you were in the least
penitent and--honest. Well, you have made an honest confession, I am
satisfied. Now, I have a confession to make. I have suspected all
along that Mr.
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