He looked at her intently for a few moments. Her grey eyes were full of laughter, and he wondered whether she would answer his question seriously.
"Well?" she said.
"Do you still love Gilbert, Cecily! Am I ... just some one to fill in the time ... until Gilbert!..."
She sat back in her seat, and the laughter left her eyes.
"Let's go!" she said.
But he did not move. "You do love him," he persisted, "and you don't love me...."
"Are you going to Ireland with him?" she demanded.
"Yes!"
"Very well, then!" The tightened tone of her voice indicated that there was no more to be said, but he would not heed the warning, and persisted in demanding explanations.
"If you go to Ireland with Gilbert," she said, "I'll never speak to you again!"