"Yes," admitted the American girl.
"Then I think that you and I cannot be friends."
"Not friends? But if I give up the Marchese Loria for you?"
"I do not ask or wish you to do that."
"If he is your enemy he shall not be my friend."
"I have not said he was my enemy."
"I have heard that he loved your brother dearly."
"Perhaps."
"And yesterday——"
"What of yesterday?"