"That they want to drive me to marry Hen—Madame d'Artelle? And that my brother will be here with a priest in half an hour or so?"
"I did not know your brother was coming," and the news gave me a twinge of uneasiness. "But my object was to prevent the marriage taking place."
"Why?" he asked, somewhat eagerly.
"Her husband is still living."
"I mean, why did you wish to prevent it?"
"I will tell you that presently."
"Tell me now."
"No."
"Yes—I insist."
"That is no use with me."