I wouldn't take her refusal.

'This other man, you don't really care for him--you are going to sacrifice yourself! I won't have it! She wept and moaned, and threatened hysterics; and at last, when I was losing patience (I can't stand women's idiotic way of flinging themselves about and making a disturbance, instead of discussing difficulties calmly), she said at last that, if ever we met in England, she would explain her position.

'Why not now ?'--no, not in the Beckets' house.

Very well then, at least she might make it certain that I _should_ see her in England.

After trouble enough, she at last consented to this.