"A distinction arises—a child, a woman. It arose in Helen, no doubt, during her sickness. You observed the distinction, I presume, but only from its effect on you. But, really, you know, it must have affected her. I have, in my time, studied the sex—a subject of delightful interest."
"I don't pretend to take interest in your delights." Morgan had grown cool.
"Quite so," murmured Thaddeus.
"Go ahead, and enjoy them. I suggest you don't interfere with me. I want Helen and will have her. There is a bond—"
"Allow me. Has been, perhaps, an understanding assumed."
"I'm not going to quibble with words."
"Exactly. Whatever there has been, or been assumed to be, quite clear, no longer is—is no longer assumed. I believe I speak with authority."
"I'm not going to quibble about your authority, either. You can flutter it as much as you please. I'll see Helen alone."
"Not to-night. A—a little flutter of authority. You leave next week? I shall not, perhaps, take the trouble to prevent your seeing Helen. I shall take the trouble to see that nothing comes of it. My dear boy, I'm extremely sorry. I don't like you. Your invitation to candor is irresistible."
Morgan laughed shortly, turned, and went into the hall. Thaddeus followed.