"If the division marches and Dr. Khayme remains here, what will you do?" he asked.
This was increasing, I thought; to encourage him to proceed, I asked, "Why do you wish to know?"
"Because," said he, hesitatingly, "because I think you ought to show your hand."
"Please tell me exactly what you mean by that," said I.
"You know very well what I mean," he replied.
"Let us have no guesswork," said I; "if you want to say anything, this is a good time for saying it."
"Well, then, I will," said he; "you know that I like Miss Lydia."
"Well?"
"And I thought you were my friend."
"I am your friend."