'I won't go back home unless you wish, Harvey.'
'Do you feel able to go?'
'If you wish me. If not, I'll go somewhere else.'
He sat down by her.
'Are you yourself, Alma? Do you know what you are saying?'
'Yes—indeed I do. I know I lost myself; my head went round; but I am well again now.'
'Then tell me in a word—is there any reason why you should not go home with me?'
'What's the use? You won't believe me. You can't believe me!'
He grasped her hand, and spoke imperatively, but not unkindly.
'Stop that! Answer me, and I will believe what you say.'