Her eyes flashed down on him.
“Then you may go!” she said, resolutely. “A hundred pounds!” scornfully, “why should I give it to you—what harm can you do me?”
“Perhaps I can do you some good. Oh, I don’t want you to give it me for nothing. I’ll sell you something fair and square.”
“You’ll sell me something?” she repeated, frowning. “What do you mean? Speak out.”
“All right,” he said, tossing the grape-stems on the cloth. “I’ll sell you some news, my girl.”
“News?” she echoed, leaning forward, her eyes fixed on his face.
“Yes,” he said, with a confident nod. “News you’ll be glad to pay me more for than I’ve asked. I’ve found him.”
She sprang upright, and, clutching his arm, bent down till her face, deadly white, was close to his, her black eyes flaming with intense excitement.
“You’ve—you’ve found him!” she breathed.
“I have,” he said, coolly, shaking his arm free of her steel-like clasp.