I'm sorry if you didn't want me to." "Have I said that?
It's perfectly easy to push on to Paris.

Unless--" "Unless what ?" Agatha dropped the pillow, and listened respectfully.
But in spite of her filial attitude she could not keep her youth and strength and courage from quelling the forces of the elderly man.
He said querulously, "I don't see why you take that tone with me.

You certainly know what I mean.

But if you don't care to deal openly with me, I won't ask you." He dropped his eyes from her face, and at the same time a deep blush began to tinge it, growing up from her neck to her forehead.

"You must know--you're not a child," he continued, still with averted eyes, "that this sort of thing can't go on...