I swallowed a lump that came up hard in my throat, and I could not speak. Then after a moment I said:
"You want to take me, then, because you are afraid some other man might get me, not because you want me yourself."
He said, with a slight smile:
"The first part of your statement is certainly true; the second part is questionable."
"I'm not going," I told him.
"Oh, yes, you are."
"Oh, no, I'm not."
"Are we to have another combat?"
"I'm not going."
"Can't leave your fiancé?" he asked.