"I'm going to stay with you." "You can't," said Merryon.
"I can," she said.
He frowned still more.
"Not if I say otherwise, Puck." She snapped her fingers at him and laughed.
"I am in earnest," Merryon said.

"I can't keep you here for the hot weather.

It would probably kill you." "What of that ?" she said.
He ignored her frivolity.
"It can't be done," he said.

"So you must make the best of it." "Meaning you don't want me ?" she demanded, unexpectedly.
"Not for the hot weather," said Merryon.
She sprang suddenly to her feet.
"I won't go, Billikins!" she declared, fiercely, "I just won't!" He looked at her, sternly resolute.
"You must go," he said, with unwavering decision.
"You're tired of me! Is that it ?" she demanded.
He raised his brows.

"You haven't given me much opportunity to be that, have you ?" he said.
A great wave of colour went over her face.