"No."
"Yes. Listen to me calmly for a moment, if you can. I am calm too, as you see. You needn't be afraid of me. I promise not to ill-treat you or even to swear at you. But I must speak to you, alone. After our meeting, after the ball last week, we can't part like this. You are not even entitled to show me the door, after talking to me and dancing with me so recently. There's no reason and no logic in it. You lost your temper. But let us both keep our tempers now. I want to speak to you...."
"I can't: Mrs. Uxeley doesn't like me to leave the drawing-room when there are people here. I am dependent on her."
He laughed:
"You are almost even more dependent on her than you used to be on me! But you can give me just a second, in the next room."
"No."
"Yes, you can."
"What do you want to speak to me about?"
"I can't tell you here."
"I can't speak to you alone."