Wait just a moment-- we'll find a way, and then I'll go with you." She tried to pass him, but his outstretched arms made her a prisoner.
"Do I understand that you refuse to let me go ?" she asked tensely.
"Not like this," he replied.

"If you'll give me just a little while then perhaps--perhaps I may go with you.

Even if something had happened there you could do nothing alone.

I, too, am afraid now.
Just half an hour--fifteen minutes! Perhaps I may be able to find a plan." Suddenly she sank down on the stairs, with her face in her hands.

He caressed her hair tenderly, then raised her to her feet.
"Suppose you step into the back parlor here," he requested.