She shook her head.
“No, no! I kinnod go,” she said.
“Cannot! What a word to use to me. Certainly you will go.”
She caught at his hands and held them spasmodically.
“You promise me on that day you marry wiz me that you never goin’ take me away across those oceans. Yes, you promise.”
“But Azalea, I am recalled. I must go. Now, be reasonable. These people who sent for me are my employers.”
She slipped to the floor and sat with her hands clasped about her huddled knees.
“Velly well,” she said after a moment. “You go. I will wait here for you.”
He sat down on the mat beside her and put his arm about her.
“No, no, we must go together.”