Can come, can't you ?" I did not know what to say.

I wanted to say no, that if he had any business with me it could be discussed in that boathouse.

I did not like his manner, yet I had a feeling that it was his usual one and that he had not meant to be rude.

And I could think of no good reason for not going with him.
"You can come, can't you ?" he repeated.
"I suppose I can.

But--" "Of course if you're too busy to leave--" I remembered the position he had found me in and I rather think I had turned red.