"You, too, are quite your old self," he said. Then there was a pause.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she said.
"It was you who sent for me," said he.
"Yes."
"Why did you?"
"I wanted to see you." She opened her pretty child-eyes at him, and he noted, only to bitterly resent, the appeal in them. He remembered that old appealing look too well.
"No, Madam," he said inwardly, "not again! You can't whistle the dog to heel at your will and pleasure. I was a fool once, but I'm not fool enough to play the fool with Benoliel's wife."
"I suppose you did, or you would not have written. And now what can I do for you?"
She leaned forward to look at him.