“Come here, Nancy,” he commanded when he had taken off his coat. Nan walked across the room and stood in front of him. “You want to go to Mexico?”
Nan hesitated. She had never before thought of going to Mexico.
“You want to go to Mexico? Yes, or no?”
“Why, I can’t.” Nan hesitated as she answered.
“No such word. Never say can’t to me. Don’t like it. Why can’t you?” Adair MacKenzie frowned at Nan.
“Why, sir, I have friends coming to stay with me for a few weeks. I can’t run away from them.” Nan hardly knew what to say.
“You like them?”
“Of course.”
“Are they as nice as you?”
“Nicer.”