“Shall I tell you?”
“Yes; you shall tell me.”
“Because he will say to himself: ‘no, I will not go back to Danmouth, because Madame Denise is so fond of me she will be waiting.’ Do you understand?”
“Oh, yais. I understand quite well. You sneer me, but you are his friend. You are his friend.”
“Ha, ha, ha,” laughed Gellow; “you wouldn’t have said that if you had heard him when I talked about money.”
“Well?”
The abrupt question was so sudden, that Gellow looked at the speaker wonderingly.
“Well what?” he said.
“Why do you look at me? Why do you ask me question? You go your way, I go mine. I want my hosband. I will have my hosband. Why is he here?”
“He isn’t here,” said Gellow, in reply to the fierce question.