"Oh, don't say 'no'!" Reproach was in his ogle, his voice. His tone was almost wheedling.
"Why not?"
"The way I find you spying after him this morning tell me that you know him. And I know that you know him before that."
"What concern is it of yours?" she asked, looking at him with a lowering of the lids in a quick scrutiny that was almost startled. "What is your interest in Mr. Glyn?"
"Say 'Osborne' and be done," he said.
"Well, say 'Osborne,'" she responded.
"Good. We are going to understand the one the other, I can see. But if you want to know what is 'my interest' in the man, you on your part will tell me first if you are friend or enemy of Osborne."
In one second she had reflected, and said: "Enemy."
His hand shot out in silence to her, and she shook it. The mere action drew them closer on the seat.
"I believe you," he whispered, "and I knew it, too, for if you had been a friend you would not be in a disguise from him."