“I don’t know. In a week or two. Why?”
“Because we must decide pretty soon what we’re going to do.”
“Do? What can we do?”
“We must decide where we’re going. You must go with me somewhere. I’m not going to let you get away from me again … not even for a little while.”
“But Ramon, how can we? I’m married. I can’t go anywhere with you.…”
He seized her fiercely by the shoulders and held her away from him, looking into her eyes.
“Don’t you love me, then?” he demanded.
“Ramon! You know I do!”
“Then you’ll go. We can go to Mexico City, or South America … I’ll sell out at home.…”
“O, Ramon … I can’t. I haven’t got the courage. Think of the fuss it would raise. And it would kill Gordon, I know it would.…”