“It seems to me,” she said, “that there is something about all this that smacks of false pretences.”
“On my part, Miss Sommerton?”
“Certainly on your part. You must have known all along that I was the person who had written the letter to you. I think, when you found that out, you should have spoken of it.”
“Then you do not give me credit for the honesty of speaking now. You ought to know that I need not have spoken at all, unless I wished to be very honest about the matter.”
“Yes, there is that to be said in your favour, of course.”
“Well, Miss Sommerton, I hope you will consider anything that happens to be in my favour. You see, we are really old friends, after all.”
“Old enemies, you mean.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. I would rather look on myself as your friend than your enemy.”
“The letter you wrote me was not a very friendly one.”
“I am not so sure. We differ on that point, you know.”