“No, Al, it’s not possible. My things aren’t packed.”
“Edna can pack them and send them after you to-morrow.”
“But how ridiculous! Why should I rush off like this?”
“Well,” he said slowly. “Suppose—because I particularly ask you to—?”
“You’re very unreasonable!”
“Humour me, then, for once.”
“No, Al!” she said, firmly. “I can’t come to-night. To-morrow—or the next day—I’ll let you know—”
“Look here, Andrée; I’m coming for you to-night!”
“But I tell you I’m not going home!”
“I insist!”