“Is this hansom for me?” she said. “Thank you—and good-bye.”
“I am coming with you,” he said firmly.
She shook her head.
“Don’t!” she begged.
“You are in trouble,” he said. “No one has a better right than I to be with you.”
“You have no right at all,” she answered coldly.
“I have the right of the man who loves you,” he declared. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated.”
Anna gave her address to the driver. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes.
“This is all madness,” she declared wearily. “Do you think it is fair of you to persecute me just now?”