"He is nothing to me, one way or the other.

He--" "Pardon me," interposed Brice.

"He is a great deal to you.
You hate him and you are in mortal fear of him." "If you spied that out, too--" "I did," he admitted.

"I did it, in the half-minute I saw you and him together, last evening.

I saw a look in your eyes--I heard a tone in your voice--as you turned to introduce me to him--that told me all I needed to know.