Then lightly she rose and stood before him.
"Tell me, please!" she said imperiously.
He made a sharp gesture of remonstrance.
"Sorry," he said, after a moment, as she waited inexorably.

"I can't!" "Oh, but you can!" she returned.

"You're not to say you won't to me." He looked down at her.
"I am sorry!" he said less brusquely.

"But it can't be done.

It isn't worth a tussle, I assure you, nor is it worth the possible annoyance it might cause you if you had your way.