I beg you will leave me." "Leave you!" "Yes.

Leave me to the solitude that is best for me, and to the sorrow that I have deserved.

Thank you--and good-by." Arnold made no attempt to disguise his disappointment and surprise.
"If I must go, I must," he said, "But why are you in such a hurry ?" "I don't want you to call me your wife again before the people of this inn." "Is _that_ all?
What on earth are you afraid of ?" She was unable fully to realize her own apprehensions.

She was doubly unable to express them in words.

In her anxiety to produce some reason which might prevail on him to go, she drifted back into that very conversation about Blanche into which she had declined to enter but the moment before.
"I have reasons for being afraid," she said.