“Of course. But your body is too demanding.”
“Meaning?——”
“I won’t fence. I’ve seen an ugly mind—an inexpensive one.”
“Devaud,” said Roberts, in a sharp, clear voice, “you don’t belong among civilized people. One can’t talk to you decently without your making an unpleasant issue. You’re a confounded savage and worse, because you have the instruments of this superficial world, too. And all of your cruelty—yes, you’re cruel!—and I suppose all of your vices are tucked under your fine exterior. No wonder Deane is intrigued! But if she could see you just as I see you now, with that brutish look in your eyes, then——”
Martin interrupted him.
“Don’t mention her name,” he said, in a low, moody voice.
Roberts moved away from him quickly.
“Martin—did you make this appointment to build, or to destroy?”
“Neither. I just wanted you to know that my understanding belongs to you.”
“Then it’s the only thing that belongs to me.” Roberts spoke bitterly. “Martin! For the last time I ask you to forget a cycle that has brought you only unhappiness.”