“Will you?”
“No!” she said sharply.
Then she gazed at him and said:
“Yes.”
He poured out whisky for her and himself, added some soda water, and lifted his glass.
“To Arabian!” he said.
“Why should we drink to Mr. Arabian?”
“He has done me a good turn.”
There was a look in his eyes now which she did not like, a very intelligent and cruel look. She knew it well. It expressed almost blatantly the man’s ruthlessness. She did not inquire what the good turn was, but raised her glass slowly and drank.
“Your hand trembles, my girl!” said Garstin.