It is too bad--too bad, Jimmy!" There remained Zoe's misadventure.

How could I approach that?
But if Dorothy had heard of it would she continue to receive me?
If she knew about it would not the present association of ideas bring it to mind and bespeak it to me by change of color or expression?
I looked at Dorothy quizzically.

I discovered nothing in her face.

Then I began to think of the certain probability that some one had come to her breathing rumors upon her.

So I said: "Promise me something, Dorothy.