“Why, no, of course not,” she said, evasively.
“And you'll be quite frank when I ask you something?”
“Yes, of course.” She was growing more and more uneasy. She glanced about for a way of escape.
“Why did you leave me as you did?”
“I told you then.” She tried to cross toward the dressing tent.
He stepped quickly in front of her.
“You aren't answering FRANKLY, and you aren't happy.”
She was growing desperate. She felt she must get away, anywhere, anywhere.
He seized her small wrists and forced her to look at him.
“And I am not happy without YOU, and I never, NEVER can be.” The floodgates were open, his eyes were aglow, he bent toward her eagerly.