"Will that do ?" he asked.
"Yes," said Ovid; "that will do." They were as near to an open quarrel as two men could be: Ovid took up his hat to go.

Even at that critical moment, Benjulia's strange jealousy of his young colleague--as a possible rival in some field of discovery which he claimed as his own--showed itself once more.

There was no change in his tone; he still spoke like a judicious friend.
"A last word of advice," he said.

"You are travelling for your health; don't let inquisitive strangers lead you into talk.

Some of them might be physiologists." "And might suggest new ideas," Ovid rejoined, determined to make him speak out this time.
Benjulia nodded, in perfect agreement with his guest's view.
"Are you afraid of new ideas ?" Ovid went on.
"Perhaps I am--in _your_ head." He made that admission, without hesitation or embarrassment.