Then he turned to meet Olga, who entered suddenly, looking suspiciously around the room.
"I thought I heard a woman's voice," she exclaimed.
"The scrubwoman; I sent her away," Millar explained.
"I wanted to speak with you alone," Olga began, turning toward him and speaking very earnestly, "in order to tell you——"
"That is not true," Millar interrupted her, cynically.
"What is not true?"
"What you wanted to tell me," he said with exasperating suavity. "You really want to talk with me because you regret that my sermon was interrupted by Mr. Moneybags."
"No, no, I simply want to tell you the truth," she protested.
"You may want to tell the truth—but you never do. I might believe you, if you told me you were not telling the truth."
"Must I think and speak as you wish?" she cried desperately.