“You ask him to come?”
“Of course not!”
“Don’t you want him come?”
“I don’t know whether I do or not.”
Mary looked perplexed.
Clare burst out, “I can’t ask him. He’d feel obliged to come. A man—man like that anyway, would feel after what we’ve been through together that I had a claim on him. Well, I don’t want him to come out of a sense of duty. Don’t you understand?”
Mary shook her head. “If I want something I ask for it.”
“It’s not so simple as all that!”
“Maybe he think he not wanted here.”
“A man’s supposed to take that chance.”