He was tied hand and foot.
"It is good of you to offer that, Violet," he declared.

"If I could--if only I could!" Already her manner began to change.

The fear of his refusal was hateful, her lips were trembling.
"You mean," she faltered, "that you will not come?
Listen.

Don't misunderstand me.

I will order my boxes packed, I will catch the eight o'clock train either through to London or to Paris--anywhere.