"If I go, you will go ?" "Yes, yes; can you suppose I would ever permit you to go alone?
Do you give me your promise ?" She still held her head pressed between the palms of her hands, her dishevelled hair hanging far below the waist, her dark eyes, wild and filled with terror, roving about as though seeking to pierce the surrounding darkness.
"Oh, my God! I don't know!" she cried in a breathless sob.

"I don't know! Why won't you go?
Why won't you go, and leave me here with him, until some one else comes?
I cannot understand; my brain is on fire.
But that would be better--yes, yes! Do that.

I--I am not afraid of him." He caught her outflung hand firmly within his own grasp.

She shuddered, as if the contact were painful, yet made no effort to escape, her eyes widening as she looked at him.
"No, I will not go one step without you." He held her helpless, his face grown stern, seeing in this his only hope of influencing her action.

"Can it be you believe me such a cur?
Beth, we both comprehend the wrong this man has done, the evil of his life the provocation given for such an act as this.