"This sort of thing is becoming impossible," said Woodville. "You make it worse for me."
"I'm sorry," she said gently. "I assure you it wasn't what I wanted, really."
"I dare say not. But you don't understand."
"Will you promise never to break the compact again?" said Sylvia, looking up at him sweetly.
"Will you go?" he answered in a low voice.
This time she went.