"Don't!" Marc yelled.
Julie sat down quickly and reached a hand to Marc's brow. "But how can I get breakfast if I don't leave?" she asked patiently.
Marc turned to her with an harrassed expression. "You can't!" he cried. "That's just it! So leave! Go on! Go 'way!"
"What!" An expression of utter hopelessness came over Julie's face.
"Go!" Marc said desperately. "Hurry!"
Julie stared at him for a long moment. "Are you sure you aren't harboring some sort of terrible grudge against me for what I did last night?" she asked slowly. "I'll understand perfectly if...."
"No, no, no!" Marc broke in. "I was never more fond of you than I am right at this minute. Go away."
"All right," Julie said. "I'm going. But don't call me back this time the minute I make a move for the door."
"I won't," Marc said. "I'll be silent as the grave."
Julie leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the forehead, then started across the room toward the door. "I'll be back practically instantly."