"And bring her back?"
"Back here? No, certainly not."
"You will hurt her, bully her, terrify her!" The words were quick with agitation.
He ignored them. "Tell me where she is."
She made a last effort.
"If I tell you—will you take me with you?"
"No," he said, "I will not."
"Then—then—" She was looking straight into those pitiless eyes. It seemed she could not help herself. "I will tell you," she said at last. "But you will be kind to her? You will remember how young she is, and that—that you drove her to it?"
Her voice was piteous, her resistance was dead.
"I shall remember," he said very quietly, "one thing only."