"You certainly are a costly-looking luxury," said he loudly, when
there were still a dozen yards between them. "Oh, there's your
mother at the window, upstairs--her bedroom window."
"How did you know it was her bedroom?" asked Margaret.
"While I was waiting for you to come down one day I sent for one
of the servants and had him explain the lay of the house."
"Really!" said Margaret, satirical and amused. "I suppose there
was no mail on the table or you'd have read that while you
waited?"
"There you go, trying to say clever, insulting things. Why not be
frank? Why not be direct?"
"Why should I, simply because YOU wish it? You don't half realize
how amusing you are."
"Oh, yes, I do," retorted he, with a shrewd, quick glance from
those all-seeing eyes of his.
"Half, I said. You do half realize. I told you once before that I
knew what a fraud you were."
"I play my game in my own way," evaded he; "and it seems to be
doing nicely, thank you."
"But the further you go, the harder it'll be for you to progress."
"Then the harder for those opposing me. I don't make it easy for
those who are making it hard for me. I get 'em so busy nursing
their own wounds that they've no longer time to bother me.
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