“You like pleasure, I believe.”
Fiorsen said violently:
“Look here: I have done with your friendship—you are no friend to me. I have never really known you, and I should not wish to. It is finished. Leave me in peace.”
Rosek smiled.
“My dear, that is all very well, but friendships are not finished like that. Moreover, you owe me a thousand pounds.”
“Well, I will pay it.” Rosek's eyebrows mounted. “I will. Gyp will lend it to me.”
“Oh! Is Gyp so fond of you as that? I thought she only loved her music-lessons.”
Crouching forward with his knees drawn up, Fiorsen hissed out:
“Don't talk of Gyp! Get out of this! I will pay you your thousand pounds.”
Rosek, still smiling, answered: