"I arranged it," he said slowly, "because of Tott's visit here--because of Tott's notion. And I had an idea, while I was groveling in the dust of the British Museum, that it might have struck you too. Instead, you brood over this preposterous idea of yours--it is preposterous, my girl! I've got used to your being here, a wall to throw my thoughts against and watch 'em bounce, and I'd hate to lose you."
"For one thing, Mr. Green," she retorted rather acidly, "I am not your girl. For another, the wall feels itself as the end of a cul-de-sac. The hours I waste here--waste!"
"Then to you," he asked, "that lunch was a mere social function?"
"Hardly," and she shrugged slightly. "It was most uncomfortable."
"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere! Carry on, Miss Brandon."
"That--that Miss Kefra was afraid of you."
"I meant her to be, on sight. What about Tony?"
"He won't be your friend much longer, if she has her way over it."
"No? Well, do you think I could
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