"Yes, I was." She tried to shake him off. "And I will."
"No, you won't, if I have to gag you, you won't."
She gave her hand a violent wrench. "Let me go. I've had enough of it."
Instead of which he stooped down, picked her up in his arms, carried her down the terrace steps and through the sleeping garden to the tea house overlooking the Sound. Here he put her down and stood in front of her, ready to catch her again if she tried to escape. In that place, not so long ago, he had found her impossible.
"Now, then," he said, "come to cues."
She gave a scoffing laugh. "What is all this? An attempt to play the primeval man, or what?"
"Be sarcastic if you like," he said. "I don't care. Be anything you please, but play the game. You started it."
"Play the game!" she echoed, blazing with anger. "That's exactly what I was going to do."
"I don't agree with you."
"What do I care whether you agree or not?"