"I only just heard of it."
"Then you're not afraid to shake hands with a bank burglar?"
said Luke.
"No, indeed! What nonsense it is! Who do you think told
me of your arrest?"
"Randolph Duncan."
"You have guessed it."
"What did he say? Did he seem to be shocked at my iniquity?"
"I think he seemed glad of it. Of course, he believes you guilty."
"I supposed he would, or pretend to, at any rate. I think his
father is interested to make me out guilty. I hope you don't think
there is any chance of it?"
"Of course not, Luke. I know you too well. I'd sooner
suspect Randolph. He wanted to know what I thought of you now."
"And what did you answer?"
"That I thought the same as I always had--that you were
one of the best boys in the village. `I admire your taste,' said
Randolph, with a sneer. Then I gave him a piece of my mind."
"I should like to have heard you, Florence."
"I don't know; you have no idea what a virago I am when I
am mad. Now sit down and tell me all about it."
Luke obeyed, and the conversation was a long one, and seemed
interesting to both. In the midst of it Linton Tomkins came in.
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