He jumped out of the carriage, and advanced to the piazza.
“So you are here?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Penrose calmly.
“You escaped my vigilance, and fled from Buffalo.”
“Stop there, James Roque! You speak as if I were not a free agent.”
“You are not. You are insane, and you know it.”
“I know why you want to make me out insane. You want to get possession of my property.”
“It is unsafe in your hands. A lunatic isn’t fit to manage property.”
“I am no lunatic, nor would you try to prove me so, if I were poor. Why did you pursue me?”
“Because you are not fit to be at large.”