"Is this fellow mad or drunk ?" he asked.
Moody proceeded as calmly and as resolutely as if those words had not been spoken.

"I apologize for my intrusion, sir.

I will trouble you with no explanations.

I will only ask one question.

Have you a memorandum of the number of that five-hundred pound note you paid away in France ?" Hardyman lost all control over himself.
"You scoundrel!" he cried, "have you been prying into my private affairs?
Is it _your_ business to know what I did in France ?" "Is it _your_ vengeance on a woman to refuse to tell her the number of a bank-note ?" Moody rejoined, firmly.
That answer forced its way, through Hardyman's anger, to Hardyman's sense of honor.