"Oh, very well," he said, and threw himself back in his seat, his face looking like a thunder-cloud.
He didn't speak another word to me, and when the carriage stopped at my door, he got out, assisted me from the carriage, and then immediately got in again himself. I stood at the curb, my hand on the door of the carriage, and I said:
"Please don't go like this."
"I'm sorry, but I am taking the 6:09 train."
"Take a later train."
"No, thank you."
"Please!"
"Sorry. Good-by."
"Please don't be angry with me!"
He didn't answer. It was terrible to have him go like that, and I asked him when he was coming back.