Schuyler laughed, raucously.
"So you, of all, have not decided to flee from the leper."
Blake, looking at him, said, slowly:
"No; I stay behind and stand the stench for the sake of him who was my friend."
"Is the stench then so great that it precludes the common courtesy of announcing your presence?"
Blake made no answer to this.
"I wish to see you alone," he said, simply.
Schuyler half swung from him.
"You may see me as I am." he returned, doggedly.
"And a most damnably unpleasant sight it is."