I haven't learned how to beat about a subject, but I have learned a little of the world, and I know that people such as you are not in the habit of doing things without a reason.

Why the devil have you brought me in here to talk about Mrs.Gardner and her sister?
If you've anything to say, why don't you go to Mrs.Gardner herself and say it?
Why do you come and talk to strangers about their affairs?
I am here listening to you, but I tell you straight I don't like it." Pritchard nodded.
"Say, I am not sure that I don't like that sort of talk," he declared.
"I know all about you, young man.

You're in Dowling & Spence's office and you've got to quit.

You've got an estate you want financing.
Miss Beatrice Franklin was living under your roof--as your sister, I understand--until yesterday, and Mrs.Gardner, for some reason of her own, seems to be doing her best to add you to the list of her admirers.
I am not sure what it all means but I could make a pretty good guess.
Here's my point, though.

You're right.