"Ireland. To-night! I'm going with Gilbert!"
"But you can't go this minute. Paddy, you are cross, and you're spiteful, too. If you aren't cross, you'll come and lunch with me. You ought to come and say 'good-bye' to me before you go to Ireland...."
"I've got a lot to do ... packing and things!"
"You can do that afterwards!" Her voice became more insistent. "Paddy, I want you to come. You must come!..."
He hesitated, and she said, "Do, Paddy!" very appealingly.
It would be weak, he told himself, to yield to her now ... she would think she had only to be a little gracious and he would be at her feet immediately; and then he thought it would be weak not to yield to her. "It'll look as if I were afraid to meet her ... running away like this. Or that I'm sulking ... just petulant!"
"All right," he said to her, "I'll come!"
"Come now!"
He nodded his head, forgetting that she could not see him, and she called to him again, "You'll come now, won't you?"
"Yes," he replied. "I'll come at once!"