"Jealousy! Basil—Basil!"
"I can't help it. I'm human."
"But don't you know me? Oh, sweetheart—don't take from me all the self-respect I've got."
He seated himself, stared doggedly at the floor. There was a long, a heavy silence which he finally broke. "Courtney," he said, "we're both going straight to hell." He looked sternly at her. "We've got to get away from here."
She saw the resolve in his eyes, trembled, grew still. Then she remonstrated gently, "You'd forbid me to treat Winchie so, if I wanted to."
He continued to look straight and stern at her. "Either you go with me or I go alone."
Her knees grew weak. The room swam before her eyes. The big wave in the picture on the opposite wall swelled, lowered, seemed swooping down on her. "Oh, no—you wouldn't do that," she murmured. "No—you couldn't do that."
"I'll leave in the morning, unless you say you'll leave with me the day after."
She watched him, relentless and utterly inconsiderate, and her anger rose. "You've no right to go!" she cried.
"I must," he replied. "Do you mean to say you'll let me leave without you?"