By way of reply, she made a vain effort to free herself. He tried to reason with her, but nothing he urged could change her resolution. Her face was expressionless; her eyes dull; her mind appeared to be obsessed by a determination to take her life. He changed his tactics.
"Very well, then," he said, "come along."
She looked at him, surprised, as she started off.
"Where you go, I go; whatever you do, I do."
She paused to say:
"If you'd let me have my own way, I should be now out of my misery."
"You only think of yourself," he cried. "You don't mind what would happen to me if you—if you—!"
"A lot you'd care!" she interrupted.
"Don't talk rot. It's coming down worse than ever. Come back to the hotel."
"Never that," she said, compressing her lip.