I shall have no difficulty you." Miriam looked at him anxiously.
"I don't wish you to meet us there, Reuben." "And I _do_ wish! Let me have my way, Miriam.

Say nothing about me, and let the meeting seem by chance." "I can't do that.

You make yourself ridiculous, after--" "Let me judge for myself.

Go on, or you'll be late." She half rose, as if about to descend from the carriage.

Elgar laid his hand on her arm, and clutched it so strongly that she sank back and regarded him with a look of anger.
"Miriam! Do as I wish, dear.