“No, and I never shall be while matters are like this. Hush, speak low, and as if we were talking about pictures and Monday Pops. Now tell me, how does Malcolm seem?”
“More mad and wretched than ever.”
“And you can’t win his confidence at all?”
“Not a bit. I go and see him every day, generally at that place of his in Sarum Street, though I sometimes catch him at the inn, for he has a habit of going there at a certain time, and I found it out.”
“Well?”
“He insults me, bullies me, threatens me, says everything he can think of to break with me; but I go all the same.”
“That’s right. I like men to be faithful to their friends.”
“Hah!” Guest gave vent to a sigh of satisfaction.
“But you can’t get him to confide in you?”
“No.”