“You've got five hundred pounds of mine,” he said; “why do you think I gave it you?”
Zachary bit his fingers.
“That's no concern of mine,” he said. “I sail on Wednesday. Your money's safe.”
“Do you know what I think of you?” said Dan.
“No, and you'd better not tell me!” Then, with one of his peculiar changes, he smiled: “As you like, though.”
Dan's face grew very dark. “Give me a plain answer,” he said: “What are you going to do about her?”
Zachary looked up at him from under his brows.
“Nothing.”
“Are you cur enough to deny that you've married her?”
Zachary looked at him coolly. “Not at all,” he said.