'Why, Mr. Wentworth, what is the matter with you this morning? You look
as if you had seen a ghost.'
Wentworth glanced at the young woman seated in the chair, who was gazing
up brightly at him.
'Well,' he said at last, 'I am not sure but I _have_ seen a ghost. May I
sit down beside you?'
'May you? Why, of course you may. I shall be delighted to have you. Is
there anything wrong?'
'I don't know. Yes, I think there is.'
'Well, tell it to me; perhaps I can help you. A woman's wit, you know.
What is the trouble?'
'May I ask you a few questions, Miss Brewster?'
'Certainly. A thousand of them, if you like, and I will answer them all
if I can.'
'Thank you. Will you tell me, Miss Brewster, if you are connected with
any newspaper?'
Miss Brewster laughed her merry, silvery little laugh.
'Who told you? Ah! I see how it is. It was that creature Fleming. I'll
get even with him for this some day. I know what office he is after, and
the next time he wants a good notice from the _Argus_ he'll get it; see
if he don't. I know some things about him that he would just as soon not
see in print. Why, what a fool the man is! I suppose he told you out of
revenge because I wouldn't speak to him the other evening. Never mind; I
can afford to wait.'
'Then--then, Miss Brewster, it _is_ true?'
'Certainly it is true; is there anything wrong about it? I hope you don't
think it is disreputable to belong to a good newspaper?'
'To a good newspaper, no; to a bad newspaper, yes.
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