Apparently there was nothing for it but to submit. She sat down, scribbled the brief note that we have seen, and rose.
“I am going to my room.”
He followed her as far as the outer door, where he mounted guard, as it were.
Within five minutes she rejoined him, dressed for out of doors, a small travelling bag in her hand.
“Let me get it over,” she said.
“You are a brave young lady,” he remarked. “Allow me.” He relieved her of the bag. “A very brave young lady.”
“I’ve done nothing to make me afraid.”
With his fingers on the door handle, he said—
“Will you give me your word to—to come with me quietly?”