Her face whitened. "Oh, no! There isn't anything to say. Felix, I'll just leave here, and they won't be able to find me. And you go now——" She urged him toward the door.
He stood his ground. "You're not giving me the straight of this," he asserted, suddenly severe.
"I am, I tell you! I am!" Her face drew into lines of suffering. She entreated him, clasping his arm with her trembling hands.
He freed himself from her hold. "If I thought you were lying——"
Then, roughly, "I hate a liar!"
"Oh, but I'm not lying! Honest I'm not! Oh, believe me, and go!—Felix!"
He forbore looking at her. "Very well," he said coldly, and started out.
She followed him to the door. "And don't come back here, will you?
Promise you won't!"
"I shan't come back," he promised.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" Then in tearful appeal, seeing his displeasure, "Oh, Felix, I love you!" The poignancy of her cry made him relent suddenly, and turn. He put an arm about her, and she clung to him wildly. "Oh, Felix, trust me! Oh, you're all I've got!"
"But there's something I don't understand about this," he reminded more kindly.