Take it that I offer you a holiday in France for ten days.

Surely it is better to spend a week with me than in that dismal house in Oakley Street, where the very door gives one the creeps." "Oh, Frank, I'd love to," he groaned.

"I see everything you say, but I can't.

I dare not.

I'm caught, Frank, in a trap, I can only wait for the end." I began to get impatient; he was weaker than I had imagined, weaker a hundred times.
"Come for a trip, then, man," I cried, and I brought him within twenty yards of the carriage; but there he stopped as if he had made up his mind.
"No, no, I can't come.