“Then what are you going to do, Billy?”
“I don't KNOW what I'm going to do, I tell you. I live for the moment. To-morrow we are going out into the country.”
“I don't understand,” said Benham with a gesture of resignation. “It seems to me that if a man and woman love each other—well, they insist upon each other. What is to happen to her if you leave her in Moscow?”
“Damnation! Is there any need to ask that?”
“Take her to Cambridge, man. And if Cambridge objects, teach Cambridge better manners.”
Prothero's face was suddenly transfigured with rage.
“I tell you she won't come!” he said.
“Billy!” said Benham, “you should make her!”
“I can't.”
“If a man loves a woman he can make her do anything—”