He stared gloomily on her.
"When do you start?"
"To-night."
"Your friends won't let you go."
"I'll steal away and leave a note behind me."
"And you'll go alone?"
She caught at a hope.
"Unless you'll go with me, Dick?"
"I? Take you—to Pierre?"
She did not speak to urge him, but in the silence her beauty pleaded for her.