"No, not if I am dragged to the ship by the hair of my head.

Forgive me!" And with that word she was a mouse again.
"Eh, but women are kittle cattle to drive," said poor Dick ruefully.

And down he sat at a nonplus, and very unhappy.
Phoebe sat opposite, sullen, heart-sick, wretched to the core; but determined not to leave Reginald.
Then came an event that might have been foreseen, yet it took them both by surprise.
A light step was heard, and a graceful, though seedy, figure entered the room with a set speech in his mouth: "Phoebe, you are right.

I owe it to your long and faithful affection to make a sacrifice for you.

I will go to Africa with you.