Still no answer.
"Sa—" she called.
"We can go alone another day," Ethan interrupted, hurriedly.
She shook her head.
"When that other day comes I may not be able."
"What should prevent you?"
"Something stronger than I—or you." As he looked at her: "I may come to feel too much that sense you said I lacked. Quick, quick! Make him hurry: it's late. It might come to seem too late."
"Late. Do you realize it's not four weeks since the ball? You who wanted to go to China and Persia, and God knows where!"
"Well, I am going—God knows where." She turned away her head.
Sam was waiting to hand her in.