At that she frowned.
“But I do not want him,” she protested. “Sooner would I go alone.”
“Why, then, madam, I'll tell nobody.”
Was ever man so dull? she asked herself.
“There is a fine view from the cliffs,” said she.
“I have always thought so,” he agreed.
She inclined to call him a fool; yet she restrained herself. She had an impulse to go her way without him; but, then, she desired his company, and Cynthia was unused to having her desires frustrated. So finding him impervious to suggestion:
“Will you not come with me?” she asked at last, point-blank.
“Why, yes, if you wish it,” he answered without alacrity.
“You may remain, sir.”