“I didn’t think even you would do a thing like this—coming here—waiting in the hall—like a servant with a message—”
“That’s enough,” he said. “I only want to know whether you’re coming back, or not.”
“When I’m ready, I’ll come.”
“I’m ready now. I’ve waited as long as I’m going to wait.”
“Are you trying to threaten me?” she asked with cold surprise.
“No, I’m simply giving you your choice—to come with me, or to stay.”
“I’ll stay, thank you,” she said.
She had a sudden impulse of pity for him, he looked so desolate and lost. She thought it would be nice to have her cake and also to eat it.
“Let’s not quarrel!” she said. “Come downstairs and have supper with us!”
“No!” he said. “I’m going.... The servant’s delivered his message.”