His passion drove him toward aggression. The girl remained stone-cold.
"Was he?"
"Yes."
"Well, what of that?"
"He had another man with him."
"Most likely it was old David."
Jasper had come to the very citadel of her reserve. To press further would mean the giving of a final and forlorn assault. Her whole attitude seemed to him to be a beating back of inopportune and dangerous curiosity.
"Shall I say that there are things that you do not wish me to know?"
"What do you mean?"
She stood to attack in turn, alert, and a little haughty.