Please, Miss Tennant, don't refuse me.

Don't"-- persuasively--"oblige us to feel more brutal interlopers than we need." Still she hesitated.
"If I were sure--" she began doubtfully.
"You may be--absolutely sure.

There!"-- with a sigh of relief--"that's settled.

But, as I can see you're the kind of person whose conscientious scruples will begin to worry you the moment I'm gone"-- he smiled--"my wife will write to you.

Promise not to run away in the meantime ?" "I promise," said Sara.