I could hardly reply, my heart pounded with such fright.
"To—to New York, sir."
"What for?"
"Be-because," I faltered. "I want to—to get away."
"Why do you want to get away?"
"For—for every reason."
"But suppose I don't want you to go?"
"I should still have to be gone."
He said in a hoarse whisper:
"I want you to stay—and—and marry Hugh."