"Really," answered Mallow coolly, although surprised, "what can you have to say to me about him."
"He is your friend—"
"Pardon me. I can hardly call him so. We are acquaintances only."
"But you are engaged to his sister," persisted Hale.
Mallow threw away the cigarette he was lighting and jumped up. "I see no reason why Miss Saxon's name should be mentioned, Mr. Hale."
"Don't you, Mr. Mallow? I do."
"Then I object to your mentioning it. State your business and go, Mr. Hale. I have no acquaintance with you."
"I can't state my business unless I mention Miss Saxon's name."
"Then you will please to take yourself off," said Mallow.
Hale smiled coldly, though evidently annoyed. "I think it is to your interest to hear me," he said deliberately, "and to the interest of the lady whom you hope to call your wife."