“Why do I ever come?” asked Gerald Bradshaw.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s because I want you. I want you badly to-night, Clare. I can’t wait for you any longer.”
Clare spoke pleadingly.
“Gerald... go away... it’s so dangerous... I daren’t listen to you.”
“I want you to listen,” said Gerald Bradshaw.
“Go away... I implore you to go away.”
He laughed at her. He seemed very much amused.
“Not before I have said what I want to say.”
“Say it quickly,” said Clare. “Quickly!”