"Must you go?"
"I ought to."
"There is that other bedroom. And Mrs. Connor has gone home for the night."
"I told her to remain," he said sharply.
"I told her to go."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted you to stay—this first night here—with me—in the home of my youth which you have given to me again."
He came to her and looked into her eyes, framing her face between his hands:
"Dear, it would be unwise for me to remain."