'Which, being interpreted, means that Ginger has been saying something which you are afraid is correct.'
Sybil Massington stopped.
'Charlie, for a man you have a good deal of intuition. That is partly what makes me never think of you as a man. You are so like a woman in many ways.'
'I am wanting to have a last word.'
'Last word! What last word?'
'A last word with you, Sybil,' he said; 'I shall never bother you again.'
'Dear Charlie, it is no use. Please don't!' she said.
'I am sorry to disobey you,' said he; 'but I mean to. It is quite short—just this: if ever you change your mind, you will find me waiting for you. That is all.'
Sybil frowned.
'I can't accept that,' she said. 'You have no business to put the responsibility on me like that.'