Miss Ellis flicked a scented handkerchief across her lips to hide a smile, and looked searchingly at her visitor's white face. "I really don't know why you talk to me like this."
"Oh, yes you do. In the same way I knew why you smiled when you entered. You think that you can win the game. But you shan't!"
"What game?"
"The game we play for George. My father has told me all. I love George and you love him also."
"Your father seems to be very well-informed," sneered Maud, flushing.
"He usually is," Lesbia assured her, with great coolness. "It was only when my father told me about this burglary, that I learned you loved George."
"I do love him!" cried Maud defiantly, "but I don't see that it matters to you--now."
"It matters a great deal," said Lesbia coldly. "I am only an unsophisticated girl, Miss Ellis, but I don't intend to give up the man I love, without a struggle."
"I understand that you have given him up."
"For the time being, until I can force you to prove his innocence."