That is the reason why I do not trust you.

Before I could deliver him into your hands, I would require of you a contract to give him back unhurt--and a contract of the kind you would consider binding." Keyork Arabian wondered whether Unorna, in the recklessness of her passion, had betrayed the nature of the experiment they had been making together, but a moment's reflection told him that he need have no anxiety on this score.

He understood the Wanderer's nature too well to suspect him of wishing to convey a covert hint instead of saying openly what was in his mind.
"Taste one of these oranges," he said, by way of avoiding an answer.
"they have just come from Smyrna." The Wanderer smiled as he took the proffered fruit.
"So that unless you have a serious objection to my presence," he said, continuing his former speech, "you will have me as a guest so long as Israel Kafka is here." Keyork Arabian saw no immediate escape.
"My dear friend!" he exclaimed with alacrity.

"If you are really in earnest, I am as really delighted.

So far from taking your distrust ill, I regard it as a providentially fortunate bias of your mind, since it will keep us together for a time.