"I don't think so. I did not suggest your going alone. You don't know me if—you think I could let you go."
She raised herself slowly on to her elbows and covered her eyes with her hands. He was looking down at the scarlet cover of the Baedeker.
"What do you mean?"
"What I have said. You don't want to see Jack. I will take you away from him. Will you come?"
She did not speak, and a shiver passed swiftly down her frame.
He came nearer to her.
"I believe you like him still," he said, with a curious smile.
She raised her head, and clenched her fists, and laughed harshly. She, too, looked at the scarlet cover of the Baedeker.
"I should hate him—if he were worth it. But I have never loved him."
"Then answer my question. Will you come?"