"Not here," Peter roughly answered. "This is where you sing. I saw you here yesterday evening."
A look of angry suspicion flashed into her eyes and passed.
"Men are very rude and sudden," she said.
"Why do you sing in the dark?"
"I sing for company," she answered.
She passed through the gate; then turned, for a moment, hesitating:
"You don't tell tales?" she abruptly asked.
"No."
"The man you saw last night," she suggested.
"I did not see him."