“I don't send you,” she murmured.
“But you want me to go.”
“Oh no! But you'd better.”
“I can't do anything against your wish.”
“I wish it—for your own good.”
“Ah, do let me go home with you, Alice?”
“Don't ask it, or I must say yes.”
“Part of the way, then?”
“No; not a step! You must take the first car for Cambridge. What time is it now?”
“You can see by the clock on the Providence Depot.”