“I spoke in the way I did because I wanted to remind you of what might happen some time when I’m not near.”
“I shan’t be caught off my guard again. I know how to defend myself from a drunken man.”
He could not restrain all the bitterness he felt. “That man,” he said deliberately, “is more dangerous sober than drunk.”
“When I can’t defend myself, my uncle will defend me.”
“Ask him to let me help.”
“He doesn’t need any help. And he would never ask you, if he did. I can’t live at home and know you; that is why I ask you not to come again.”
He was silent. “Don’t you think, all things considered,” she hesitated, as if not knowing how easiest to put it, “you ought to be willing to shake hands and say good-by?”
“Why, if you wish it,” he answered, taken aback. And he added more quietly, “yes, if you say so.”
“I mean for good.”