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`` You knew it , and have n't told him ? What ought _ I _ to do ? '' `` You ought to keep your promise , '' Abbott retorted hotly . `` Sitting on that bridge at midnight , alone , telling people 's fortunes by cards ... Professor Ashton -- Mrs. Gregory ! '' Grace exclaimed , with one of those flashes of inspiration peculiar to her sex , `` that Fran _ is a show-girl ! '' _ Abbott started , but said nothing . Mrs. Gregory rose , and spoke through her mother 's ear-trumpet , `` Shall we go home , now ? ''