"Oh, Guilford! I didn't know you were here!"
"I suppose not."
"But, how does it happen—?"
He motioned me to silence.
"Have the goodness to let me ask the questions," he suggested.
"Oh, certainly!"
"Will you, first of all, tell me what this means?" was the opening query, but before I could reply he went on: "Not that I have any right to pry into your affairs, understand!"
"It's true! My right to question you has ceased to exist!"
"You mean that you have washed your hands of me?" I gasped. After all, it was most unusual for Guilford and me to be talking to each other like this. I was bewildered by the novelty of it.