"You shall know that before long," replied Alan, closing the door. He was now considerably cooler, and had made up his mind that more was to be got out of this man by diplomacy than by blind rage. "Have I your permission to sit down?" he asked, with studied politeness.
"Certainly, my dear sir. Will you smoke?"
"No, thank you."
"Have some refreshment, then?"
"No, thank you."
"Ah!" sneered Lestrange, throwing himself again on the couch, "your visit is not so amiable as I fancied. You come as my enemy."
"Considering your behavior, it would be strange if I came as anything else."
"My behavior?"
"I refer to your interview with Mr. Phelps and Miss Marlow."
"Mademoiselle Lestrange, if you please."