He held out his arms to her. His eyes were bright with the joy of conquest.
"I will go, Louise," he answered, "but first I will have my answer—and no answer save one will do!"
She bit her lip. She was moved by some emotion, but he was unable, for the moment, to classify it.
"I think," she declared, "that you must be the most persistent man on earth."
"You are going to find me so," he assured her.
"Listen," she said firmly, "I will not marry you!"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"On that point," he answered, "I am content to differ from you. Anything else?"
She stamped her foot.
"I do not care for you! I do not wish to marry you!" she repeated. "I am going away, and I forbid you to follow me."