"Yes, I must go."
She was trembling so that he could scarcely get her into the coat.
"Probably," he said, "Portlaw doesn't know what he's talking about.... Shiela, do you want me to go with you—"
"No—no! Oh, hurry—"
She was crying now; he saw that she was breaking down.
"Wait till I find your shoes. You can't go that way. Wait a moment—"
"No—no!"
He followed her to the stairs, but:
"No—no!" she sobbed, pushing him back; "I want him to myself. Can't they let me have him even when he is dying?"
"You can't go!" he said.