And, when the lingering servant had gone, reluctant, perplexed, still loitering in the dining-room devoured by curiosity, Graydon said quietly:
“Eris, I want you back! That’s what’s the matter. Take me back. You won’t be sorry.”
“Who was that man who came here?” she demanded.
“He needn’t matter—if you’ll give me a chance to make good——”
“I want you to tell me who that man was!”
“Answer me! Will you take me——”
“No! Now, who was he?”
“My lawyer,” he said, “—if that interests you.”
“Did you telephone for him, or was it already arranged?”
“If you’ll listen to me——”