"Pschutt," she said contemptuously. "I give that old mans knocks on the heads, but he is alive. Oh, yes, I did not kill him.
"I don't mean the assault, though that is bad enough. But your trying to destroy the register of the marriage.
"It is your fault," cried Lola, impetuously. "For loves of my George I did so. I wish you not to marry any but me."
"We can talk of that later, Lola. Answer me a few questions, and make no remarks."
"I will do what you say, my friend," said Lola, nodding. George thought for a moment. "How did you learn that Wargrove was the place where my parents were married?"
"I tell not that--indeed, I will not. It is my businesses."
"Mine also. You must tell."
"But I will not."
"For my sake, Lola."
"Ah, you want to know all, and then trick me. I will not tell."