"She is not," said old Robinson, making no advance and giving no greeting. "Will you please sit down?"
Garrison remained where he was.
"Do you expect her soon?" he inquired.
"We shall get along very well without her. We've got something to say to you—alone."
Garrison said: "Indeed?"
He advanced to a chair and sat down.
"In the first place, perhaps you will tell us your actual name," said old Robinson, himself taking a seat.
Garrison was annoyed.
"Let me assure you, once for all, that I do not in the least recognize your right to meddle in my concerns, or subject me to any inquisitions."
"That's another way of saying you refuse to answer!" snapped Robinson tartly. "You know your name isn't Fairfax, any more than it's mine. Your name is Garrison."