"Yes, I'm going to-morrow."
"Because you feel I want you out of the house?"
"I think a man in my position couldn't help being an intruder."
"I want you to stay."
His fair skin paled. "I thank you," said he, "but I must go."
"I want you to stay. I ask you to stay."
"That's very kind. I appreciate it. But I really must go."
"I did wish you to go. But now I sincerely wish you to stay."
Their eyes met. She was as pale as her bronze complexion permitted. She went on, her deep, clear voice steady, "If you go, you'll put me in a very painful position."
Gallatin looked at her, flushed, looked hastily away. In a voice of intense embarrassment he said: "I've another reason for wishing to go. It's even stronger than the knowledge that you're—very naturally—displeased at my being forced upon you."