“I must thank you for the last time,” she said. “As long as life is left, my gratitude will be a part of my life. Let me go. While I can still control myself, let me go!”
She tried to leave him, and ring the bell. He held her hand firmly, and drew her closer to him.
“To the Refuge?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Home again!”
“Don’t say that!” he exclaimed. “I can’t bear to hear it. Don’t call the Refuge your home!”
“What else is it? Where else can I go?”
“I have come here to tell you. I said, if you remember, I had something to propose.”
She felt the fervent pressure of his hand; she saw the mounting enthusiasm flashing in his eyes. Her weary mind roused itself a little. She began to tremble under the electric influence of his touch.
“Something to propose?” she repeated, “What is there to propose?”
“Let me ask you a question on my side. What have you done to-day?”