“Molly,” said Duplessis, “why did you run away from me?”
She elbowed her brush stoutly. “Because I was afraid of you,” she said—then stopped and looked up at him. “But I’m not now—not in the least afraid.”
“You need not be. You wrote to me that you were coming on the 13th.”
“I know.”
“And this is the 20th, and you are only just here.”
“No. I have been here four or five days.”
“Where were you—when you were not here?”
“I was travelling.”
“Travelling!”
“Yes. But I decline to be questioned.”