“No, I will not.”
“Why?”
“Why? Well, if you will tell me why you have the right to ask such a question, I shall answer why.”
“Oh, if you talk of rights, I suppose I haven’t the right. But I am willing to tell you anything about myself. Now, a fair exchange, you know—”
“But I don’t wish to know anything about you.”
“Oh, thank you.”
George Morris’s face clouded, and he sat silent for a few moments.
“I presume,” he said again, “that you think me very impertinent?”
“Well, frankly, I do.”
Morris gazed out at the sea, and Miss Earle opened the book which she had brought with her, and began to read. After a while her companion said—