“Suppose I bid you get out?” she said, opening the door.
“I should refuse.”
“And if I were to call the coachman to my aid?”
“I should kill him.”
“And if I got out myself?”
“I should continue the declaration of my love along the road.”
She burst out laughing.
“You have an answer for everything,” she said. “Stay where you are; but no more nonsense! Tell me what happened to you and why those men were pursuing you.”
He had gained his end.
“Yes, I will tell you everything since you do not repulse me.... Since you accept my love.”