"I must."
"Nothing I can say will prevent you?"
"I'm sorry, dear."
"Hm!" said Isabel. "Then I suppose we'd better make the most of the time that's left."
And very slowly she subsided on the Cushion pile in the corner, her chin resting on his shoulder and her left hand playing idly with a long gold tassel.
"Oh, you angel," he exclaimed, "I knew you wouldn't really make any difficulties. And there's no need to be frightened because they're fixing me up the easiest get-away in the world."
"I haven't promised anything," she answered noncommittally. Her eyes flashed up to his and in them shone the sweetest light imaginable. "But just for now I'm sitting on the floor again."
They forgot all about lunch.