"He's not a white man, you know," he said musingly. "I beg your pardon, Sonia?"
She lay back disdainfully with her hands clasped behind her head.
"David, I've got an idea that you and Tony never meet without quarrelling. Other people get on with him. I get on with him. Well, if you think it's good form to go to other people's houses and pick quarrels with guests who are good enough for them——"
O'Rane shook his head.
"He's not. That's the whole trouble."
"I'm fairly particular in the people I care to have as friends, David," she answered, in a tone which even her companion recognized as dangerous.
"The Lord preserve you in that belief," he exclaimed ironically. "If you want my candid opinion——"
"I don't."
"Perhaps you're afraid to hear it?" he jeered.
Sonia shrugged her shoulders with an air of boredom.