“Why?”
“I must.”
“Then you don’t care!”
She was silent.
“You’re going back?” He made an obvious effort to gather his force for the determinative word. “Abroad?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll follow you,” he declared grimly.
“Now you are angry with me, are you not?” She spoke with a sorrowful, disappointed intonation.
“Have n’t I a right to be?”
“Have you?”