“It is better that I should not tell you,” replied Stratton firmly. “Will you trust me?”
“Will you confide in me, and tell me all your reasons for this strange conduct?”
“Some day; not now.”
“You will not trust me, and you ask me to trust you. It can’t be done, man; you ask too much. Once more, are we to be friends?”
“Yes.”
“Then you will go?”
“Yes.”
“At once?”
“No.”
“Bah!” ejaculated Guest angrily, and he turned and strode away, while Stratton uttered a low sigh of misery, and yet of relief, for his friend’s presence was irksome to him now that he wanted to act.