'SHALL I go?' asked Zita.
'No, stay. There can nothing pass betwixt us but what you may hear. And now that he is come, he shall witness the signature to the will.'
'I would rather leave.'
Further discussion of this point was prevented by the entrance of Mark.
The young man noticed that Zita was in the room, but he did not look at her or address her. He directed his eyes steadily at Drownlands, who remained seated at the table.
'I have come on business,' said Mark.
'Say what it is.'
Mark demurred. 'Let us speak together in private.'
'No; what has to be said may be said before her.'
'If you wish it. I have come concerning Kainie.'