“But there are conditions! He says he will go with me anywhere, and we can practise our profession together, and I can carry out all my plans. But first—first—he wants me to—marry him!”
“Who?”
“Don’t you know? Dr. Mulbridge!”
“That—I beg your pardon. I’ve no right to call him names.” The young fellow halted, and looked at her downcast face. “Well, do you want me to tell you to take him? That is too much. I didn’t know you were cruel.”
“You make me cruel! You leave me to be cruel!”
“I leave you to be cruel?”
“Oh, don’t play upon my words, if you won’t ask me what I answered!”
“How can I ask that? I have no right to know.”
“But you shall know!” she cried. “I told him that I had no plans. I have given them all up because—because I’m too weak for them, and because I abhor him, and because—But it wasn’t enough. He would not take what I said for answer, and he is coming again for an answer.”
“Coming again?”