“I should have told you all about it that afternoon, only our intercourse is broken off to please a rival. Suppose I gave you a rival, and used you for her sake as you use me for his, what would you say? That would be a worse infidelity than sending for a detective, would it not?”
Zoe replied, haughtily, “You have no right to say you have a rival; how dare you? Besides,” said she, a little ruefully, “it is you who are on your defense, not me.”
“True; I forgot that. Recrimination is not convenient, is it?”
“I can escape it by shutting the window,” said Zoe, coldly.
“Oh, don't do that. Let me have the bliss of seeing you, and I will submit to a good deal of injustice without a murmur.”
“The detective?” said Zoe, sternly.
“I sent for him, and gave him his instructions, and he is gone for me to Homburg.”
“Ah! I thought so. What for?”
“About my money. To try and find out whether they mean to keep it.”
“Would you really take it if they would give it you?”