"It's only my friendship for you--I wish to see you happily married," I replied with a grin.
He flung me a curse for my jibe and turned away to light a cigarette.
"Shall we send for old Ziegler, or will you come with me to him?" I asked in the same tone. It was a delight to rack him.
"It has nothing to do with you," he said sullenly.
"It has more to do with you, I admit; but I might be the best man and then----"
"Stop it," he growled. I laughed; and after a pause he glanced round at me. "Can't we come to terms?"
"We did, and you broke them."
"I tell you I have not said a word," he declared with an oath for emphasis.
I gave him a steady meaning look and replied significantly: "I saw Herr Borsen at the Count's office, and he happens to be an old friend of mine. He had no object in telling me anything but the truth."
He drew the inference I intended from this--that Borsen had given him away--and he made no further attempt at denial.