"Because she thought it would be pleasant to have a man in the house; and Mr. Frank is such a harmless, discreet, accommodating one."
"Why, then, do you object to his coming back?"
He had made me contradict myself a little, and of course he enjoyed that. I was confused—confused by my agitation; and I made the matter worse. I was furious that Eunice had made me promise not to speak, and my anger blinded me, as great anger always does, save in organizations as fine as Mr. Caliph's.
"Because Eunice is in no condition to have company. She is very ill; you can see for yourself."
"Very ill? with a garden-party and a band of music! Why, then, did she invite us all?"
"Because she is a little crazy, I think."
"You are very consistent!" he cried with a laugh. "I know people who think every one crazy but themselves. I have had occasion to talk business with her several times of late, and I find her mind as clear as a bell."
"I wonder if you will allow me to say that you talk business too much? Let me give you a word of advice: wind up her affairs at once without any more procrastination, and place them in her own hands. She is very nervous; she knows this ought to have been done already. I recommend you strongly to make an end of the matter."
I had no idea I could be so insolent, even in conversation with a swindler. I confess I did n't do it so well as I might, for my voice trembled perceptibly
