“Secret business then?”
“No wise man cares to have his business prattled about.”
“But you will tell me if I guess right?”
“Perhaps I’ll go as far as that.”
“And you will tell me your name?”
“John Thurley.”
“And where you come from?”
“London.”
“John Thurley, of London.” She meditated a moment. “You have come on some business connected with trade?”
“Well, not exactly,” said he, as if rather offended at the suggestion.