“Something of the sort.”
“Didn’t Miss Van Arsdale warn you against me?”
“How did you know that?” he asked, staring.
“A solemn warning not to fall in love with me?” pursued the girl calmly.
He stopped short. “She told you that she had said something to me?”
“Don’t be idiotic! Of course she didn’t.”
“Then how did you know?” he persisted.
“How does one snake know what another snake will do?” she retorted. “Being of the same—”
“Wait a moment. I don’t like that word ‘snake’ in connection with Miss Van Arsdale.”
“Though you’re willing to accept it as applying to me. I believe you are trying to quarrel with me,” accused Io. “I only meant that, being a woman, I can make a guess at what another woman would do in any given conditions. And she did it!” she concluded in triumph.