Herbert penetrated his motive in asking the question, and did not mean to give too definite information. But James was bent on learning all he could.
“How much do you make a day?” he asked.
“Sometimes more, sometimes less, just as it happens.”
“I can't tell anything from that.”
“Why do you want to know?” asked Herbert, pointedly.
“Curiosity, I suppose.”
“So I thought. If it was from interest in me, I would tell you; but I don't care to gratify your curiosity.”
“You don't expect me to feel any interest in a common newsboy, do you?”
“No; I don't. I know you too well for that.”
“I don't see what object you have in refusing to answer my questions.”