There was no time for protest.
"Next, then," he said, quickly.

"Miss Martin--Miss Weatherly!" Sebastian took her hand and tried to force her in.

"You MUST go," he said, in a low, persuasive tone.

"You must not wait for me!" He hated to see her, I knew.

But I imagined in his voice--for I noted it even then--there rang some undertone of genuine desire to save her.
Hilda loosened his grasp resolutely.