Florence made one more effort to consider the affair lightly.
"You speak with a good deal of assurance," she commented. "Did it never occur to you that at this particular time I might decide not to go?"
Ben returned her look.
"No," he said.
Beneath the trim brown figure one foot was nervously tapping the floor.
"In other words, you expect to take me against my will,—by physical force?"
"No." Ben again spoke deliberately. "You will come of your own choice."
"Yes."
"Without an explanation?"