"You never leave that sick girl, whose eyes are as sound as . . ."
"Hib!"
"For all I care she may have a cataract in both. May Phanes come to you this evening?"
"I wished to be alone with you."
"So did I; but the Greek seems to be in a great hurry, and he knows nearly everything that I have to tell you."
"Have you been gossiping then?"
"No—not exactly—but . . ."
"I always thought you were a man to be trusted."
"So I was. But this Greek knows already a great deal of what I know, and the rest . . ."
"Well?"