“About me? What are they?”
“That’s what I want to learn more about—and from you.”
“Ah—then you still are a detective?”
“I suppose I am,” still ignoring the irony of her tone. “But just now I primarily am a person who is interested in his own affairs as a man.”
“Your affairs?” she questioned.
“Just now your affairs have become my affairs. And I’m hoping that you’ll help me by frankly answering my questions.”
“Questions about what?”
“About yourself.”
“Such as?”
“Instead of leaving it for me to discover by accident, why did you not frankly tell me of your intention to marry some one else?—when you knew what for six months I had been hoping for. How much do you care for Jack Morton?”