"Ah!"
"And if there are things I don't understand, I know—they are such trifles in comparison—I know you'll explain. Won't you?"
"Not to-night. I can't explain things to-night."
"No. You're tired out. To-morrow—to-morrow!"
"Ah!" she said again.
He leant right down to her, and took both her hands.
"Come upstairs with me! Come!" She stood up. "Come! I'll prove to you—I'll prove to you—"
There was a sort of desperation of crude passion in his manner.
He tried to draw her towards the house. She resisted him.
"Ruby!"