"Who was this fellow, anyhow, and what were you doing lunching with him ?" "That doesn't matter," she answered.

"You don't tell me all your secrets, Mr.Dicky Vanderpole, and it isn't necessary for me to tell you all mine, even if we are both foreigners in a strange country.

The poor fellow isn't going to lunch with any one else in this world.

I suppose you are thinking what an indiscreet person I am, as usual ?" The young man considered the matter for a moment.
"No," he said; "I didn't understand that he was the sort of person you would have been likely to have taken lunch with.

But that isn't my affair.