Some muffled sounds, that might be considered to mean anything, came from beneath the covering of silk.
‘Am I to comprehend,’ said Blodget, ‘that your own good sense enables you to see the necessity of submitting to circumstances that are beyond your control entirely?’
A something was said; or attempted to be said.
‘Let me assure you,’ added he, ‘that I am well aware of the love your father has for you, and that he will spare no means to liberate you from me. It would be quite an insult to your understanding to attempt to deceive you for one moment with regard to the object of thus making you a prisoner. It is simply in order to get money from him who loves you beyond all the world beside. Do you hear me?’
‘Yes.’
The tone in which the yes was spoken was very consolatory to Blodget, for it let him think that Inez saw the inutility of attempting any resistance to him.
‘You are reasonable, I feel,’ he said, ‘and I can assure you upon my word, lightly as you may think of that word, that where I am trusted I know how to behave myself with honor. The readiness with which you succumb to circumstances that now surround you will have the greatest effect in inducing me to make this as agreeable to you as possible. Do you comprehend me?’
‘Yes.’
‘Will you, then,’ he said, ‘quietly come with me to a place of safety away from here?’
‘I will.’