"More than any man ever needed any woman."
"You're quite, quite sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Then," she laughed, a little low laugh deep in the throat; for she knew that her elusion had thrilled him to passion, and the knowledge was very sweet, "will you please tell me, man, what you're going to do about me?"
"Do about you?" His meditative drawl stimulated a newborn impishness in her.
"Yes--do about me."
"Why--run away with you, if you'll let me."
"Where to?"
"Anywhere."
"Shall I be allowed to take any luggage?"