I'll read your future." "But I don't want my future read," rebelliously.
"Well, then, your past." "Much less my past.

Come; you are only beating about the bush.

What is it you want ?" "I want to know," he said quietly, "why you have kept me in ignorance all this while." He laid the letter on the desk, and placed a finger on the water-mark.

"It wasn't fair to let me compose panegyrics over it all the while you were laughing in your sleeve.

Ah, I've caught you.