“Be quiet!” he said, kneeling by her side. “You may want me to take weeks over making all sorts of foolish advances to you, but I’m not going to waste time. I’ve wasted too much time over that sort of rubbish. We both know what we want and you are going to stay with me.”
“No.”
“I say yes.”
“No.” And she sprang to her feet and walked to the door. There she turned. He had picked up her gloves.
“Will you give me my gloves, please?”
“No.”
“Will you give me my gloves?”
“No.”
“Then I shall go without them.”
“Very well. Good-bye.”