“You shall.”
Her eyes and her voice threw him into a tumult; had he followed the desire which assailed him, he would have taken her in his arms and carried her off. As it was, he looked at her, with a far-off look, as if he were calling some one to his aid.
“Osgood, Osgood!” she cried.
“Lily!”
She wrung her hands.
“Lily!” he said again.
“No, no, you need not speak; you may go.”
Both of them gained a victory.
“After I have gone,” he said, “if you think it proper, will you visit Peter and Maria?”