"Yes, I do."
Dick suddenly grew excited, his eyes flamed, and he was very red.
"Look here, Bess," he said. "You just can't, that's all."
"Can't I?" she said, and she gave a little laugh. It was not her usual pleasant laugh.
"No, you can't." He spoke more than insistently, he spoke angrily. He snatched out his thin gold watch and glanced at it. "I've not got time to discuss this thing. You just can't go--that's all there is to it."
Elizabeth rose from the table calmly, went out of the room, and Dick, after a hesitant moment, ran after her.
"Bess! Bess!"
She stopped.
"See here, Bess, you must not go there to see that girl. I'm surprised! She isn't the sort, you understand! You don't know what you're doing. Now look here--wait a minute!" He caught her by the arm. "I tell you it's not the thing, you mustn't!"
He was quite beside himself.