“You will never have a chance of running away from me.”
“I shall not want to. I am not so squeamish as I was. No; I do not think I shall run away from you.”
“I do not think so either.”
“Well, when shall we be married?”
“Never,” said Agatha, and fled. But before she had gone a step he caught her.
“Don’t,” she said breathlessly. “Take your arm away. How dare you?”
He released her and shut the door of the conservatory. “Now,” he said, “if you want to run away you will have to run in the open.”
“You are very impertinent. Let me go in immediately.”
“Do you want me to beg you to marry me after you have offered to do it freely?”
“But I was only joking; I don’t care for you,” she said, looking round for an outlet.