I managed, however, to keep a straight face, and feeling a real sympathy for Phil, and an anxiety to make matters all right for him if I could, I pretended not to understand who the fortunate one could be, and said, "Where does he live? Is he an officer?"
"O, yes," she answered, "and one of the sweetest, handsomest fellows that ever lived. He stops at one of the most fashionable hotels."
I felt immensely flattered at this, as may be conceived, but could not help thinking that, however entertaining it might be to me, it was awful rough on Hastings. I still, however, pretended that I could not understand, the lady all the while wondering, doubtless, what made me so confoundedly obtuse; and after pretending for a few moments to be guessing, I finally said, "Well, I'll give it up; I don't know who it can be." And then, as if a bright idea had just struck me, added, "O, here, just write his name in my diary, if you. are too bashful to tell me."
I accordingly handed her the book and a pencil, and she wrote my name, and handed it back, blushing more furiously than ever.
I read the name; and pretending to be astonished, and dreadfully shocked, exclaimed, "O, this cannot be possible!"
"Yes," said she, "you are the object of my affections, and have been for a long time, and I am determined not to love any one else."
This was rushing the thing rather stronger than I thought there was any occasion for; and wondering what on earth the girl meant, I asked, "Since when have I been the object of your affections? I have -only been acquainted with you since last night."
"I have loved you. ever since last November, when I saw you in the cars. We were strangers then, but I have been longing ever since for an opportunity to make your acquaintance."
I began to wonder how many more susceptible feminine hearts I had unwittingly conquered during my military conductorship; but thinking still of Phil's misfortune, I asked her whether she had ever told him of all this.
She replied that she had, but that, not knowing my name, she was unable to inform him who his rival was, although she had informed him that there was a rival.
Here, thought I, was a nice mess; and I scarcely knew
