"Why not claim it, then?"
"I cannot. I—"
He waited patiently for the remainder of the sentence.
"Oh, what is the use of explaining?" she exclaimed irritably. "The point is, it belongs to me. I must have it. I will have it! Why should you haggle over the question as to the real owner—after what you have done?"
"Which is to say—"
"Come," said Rosalind. "You and I have no need to beat about the bush in this matter. You are perfectly well aware that I know what you are. I'm not blind, or even dense."
"No, ma'am," he said meekly enough.
"The point is, you know how to do it."
"I suppose that's a compliment."
"Judge it as you please. It may be a compliment or a reproach. I'm not talking about the ethics of the matter, I'm talking about results."