"That—that it was a business proposition?" he panted.
"Certainly—or I should never have gone! How little you and mother know about me, after all, Guilford."
He looked crestfallen for a moment, then his face brightened once more into angry triumph.
"But I saw him making love to you!" he summed up hastily, as an afterthought.
"Yes—you did," I assured him exultantly.
"And you met him for the first time—let me see? What day was it?"
I ignored the sarcasm.
"Tuesday," I answered. "At four o'clock in the afternoon."
"And not a soul in this town knows a thing about him!"
"Except myself," I protested. "I know a great deal about him."