"You admit, then, that he is dangerous?"
"I do not admit nor deny. I tell you simply that you have nothing to do with him."
"Yes I have. I want to get material for my book from him."
"Get it from somebody else. Besides," she said, putting on her hat in front of the glass, "my husband got a bad scare and broke with that man and refuses to receive him."
"That is no reason why—"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing." He repressed the remark: "Why you should not see him."
She did not insist. She was poking her hair under her veil. "Heavens! what a fright I look!"
He took her hands and kissed them. "When shall I see you again?"
"I thought I wasn't to come here any more."