His voice was hard as he went on, "I want you to come with me."
"No." She was hardly conscious of having spoken the word till she saw the sudden change in his face, but he kept himself under admirable control.
"Why not?" he asked.
She looked away from him.
"I would rather stay here—that is all."
"But I wish you to come."
She looked up.
"You have never wanted me to go anywhere with you before."
"I know—perhaps because I was a damned fool. Anyway, we won't argue. You will come with me tomorrow."
"No, Chris, I shall not."