"That," I calmly replied, "can wait until you've explained yourself."
"I've nothing to explain."
There was a newer note in her voice again—one of stubbornness. I could see that the calmness with which I pretended to regard the whole affair was a source of bewilderment to her.
"You've got to explain," was my equally obdurate retort.
Her next pose was one of frigidity.
"You are quite mistaken. We have nothing whatever to do with each other."
"Oh, yes we have. And I'm going to prove it."
"How?"
"By putting an end to this play-acting."
"That sounds like a threat."