I thought you were game to go anywhere!" Amazement and dismay were in his eyes.
She rose slowly, went over to the mantel-piece, moved some little porcelain figures, then put them back again.
When at length she spoke, she steadied her voice with an effort.
"Ronnie dear, Central Africa is not a place for a woman." "But, my dearest girl, a woman arrives there in my story! She crawls into the long grass with the man she loves, and disappears.

Our missionary's bride did it.

Where a woman could not go, _I_ must not go for my local colour.

Oh, I say, Helen! You won't fail me ?" He walked over to the window, and drummed again, with restless, nervous fingers, upon the _In hoc vince_ pane.
She came behind him, laying her hand on his shoulder.
"Darling, it will break my heart if you think I am failing you.

But, while you have been talking, I have faced the matter out, and--I must tell you at once--I cannot feel it either right or possible to go.