“You will not leave me like that,” said Rosie. “You dare not leave me like that. You are going to kill yourself.”
“No,” he said. “I have got over that caprice, I think. I shall drag out my existence to its natural end.”
“Give me your address,” Rosie said doggedly.
He shook his head.
“You are cruel,” she whimpered. “After——”
She was interrupted by Ilam himself, who said:
“Rosie, go downstairs. I have two words to speak to this fellow. Go downstairs. Leave us.” His tone was cold and acid.
“Yes,” Jetsam agreed after a moment. “Leave us; we have to speak to each other.”
“You will not go without seeing me?” asked Rosie.
“I will not,” replied Jetsam, and the next instant the two men were alone together in the room, save for the unconscious form of Mrs. Ilam.