Genevieve looked at him a moment, and then said, very frankly: “If we’re not, it isn’t my fault. And—to tell you the bald truth, we would have been, had not Miss Wheeler come between us.”
“Are you sure of that?”
“How rude you are! But, yes—I’m practically sure. Nobody can be sure till they’re certain, you know.”
“Don’t try to joke with me. Look here, Miss Lane, suppose you and I try to work together for our respective ends.”
“Meaning just what, Mr. Allen?”
“Meaning that we try to separate Keefe and Maida—not just at this moment—but seriously and permanently. You, because you want him, and I, because I want her. Isn’t it logical?”
“Yes; but if I could get him back, don’t you suppose I would?”
“You don’t get the idea. You’re to work for me, and I for you.”
“Oh—I try to make Maida give him up—and you——”
“Yes; but we must have some pretty strong arguments. Now, have you any idea why Maida has——”