“You wish me to be frank?” and she looked up calmly.
“Then I would rather you did not attempt to accompany me.”
“Do you mean to leave me in the lurch?”
“Don’t,” she cried, with a little wince of pain.
“I didn’t mean that—but you know what I do mean.”
“You know nothing can come of it.”
“Call it nothing or something, it is just all in all to me.”
“Please!” she said, almost pleadingly.
“I will have no mercy when you speak of parting.”