“Mr. Hiltze, it is impossible. I do not love you. I told you that before.”
“But you will love me. If you come away with me, and take time, you can love me. I will be good to you, and not hurry you. You must let yourself go, and try.”
“But I do not wish to. Love should not be forced. It ought to come spontaneously of itself. And I love Nolan.”
“Damn Nolan! Oh, I don’t mean that, but—Eveley, you will forget him. Just come with me, and give yourself time. Marie will go with us—”
“Marie.”
“Yes, she has promised to go with us, to help make you happy.”
“Then she is not sick?”
“No, not sick.”
“You only brought me here to—”
“Yes, Eveley. I am sorry, but I had to. We are going out by aeroplane to-night, and there is a fishing fleet at sea waiting to pick us up. I hated to trick you, but it was my love that forced it. I can not give you up. I will not. Did you think I was a fool to be with you, and know your loving lovely ways, and—and—”