Lola sprang to her feet with fierce eyes. "Then there is another--another--oh, you cruel! Name of names, but I shall find her. I shall tell her----"
"You shall tell her nothing--you shall not see her."
"But I will. Eh; yes. You do not know me." This with a stamp.
"I know you cannot behave decently, Lola. If you have me watched again, if you dare to--to--bah!" George stamped in his turn. "I have had enough of this. Behave, or I go and will not return."
She flung herself at his feet with a wail. "Ah, but no," she sobbed, "I do love you so dearly--I will die if you love me not."
George drew himself roughly away, and taking her by the hands placed her in a chair, where she hid her face and sobbed. "Who was it you got to watch me--you hired to watch me?" George advisedly used the word "hired" as he thought she might have engaged one of her friends to do the dirty work, instead of engaging a professional. Yet he knew she was quite capable of going to a private inquiry office.
"I shall not tell you," said Lola, sitting up with a hard expression on her mouth and in her eyes.
"Did you pay him much?" asked Brendon, dexterously.
"I paid him what I chose," retorted Lola, falling into the trap.
"Ah! Then it was a professional detective you engaged. You have been to one of those inquiry offices."