“Well—you are going with me—and that is the end of it. I need you and shall need you for a long time. In fact, I shall need you always. But, since you won’t marry me, as a nurse you will go!”
“Impossible! Mr. Ravant!” gasped the girl.
“Which?” snarled Ravant, in the old manner.
“Going to Europe with you—as your nurse—alone—”
“Well, then, we’ll take a chaperon. The old man must pay for her too.”
The girl was silent.
“Look here. I noticed that you didn’t say that the other thing was—impossible! Marrying me?”
“Yes—that is impossible, too,” said the girl.
“Oh!”
“What?”