"Oh, the legend's rather good, but I'm afraid the room's an awful sell!" Owen laughed.
"You know you don't believe that, my boy!" young Lechmere exclaimed.
"I don't think he does," said Mr. Coyle, noticing Owen's mottled flush.
"He wouldn't try a night there himself!" young Lechmere pursued.
"I know who told you that," rejoined Owen, lighting a cigarette in an embarrassed way at the candle, without offering one to either of his companions.
"Well, what if she did?" asked the younger of these gentlemen, rather red. "Do you want them all yourself?" he continued, facetiously, fumbling in the cigarette-box.
Owen Wingrave only smoked quietly; then he exclaimed:
"Yes—what if she did? But she doesn't know," he added.
"She doesn't know what?"
"She doesn't know anything!—I'll tuck him in!" Owen went on gayly, to Mr. Coyle, who saw that his presence, now that
