She must be made to stay.

He caught up at last, reaching her under the dark of the November trees.
"Aileen," he said, laying hold of her and putting his arms around her waist.

"Aileen, dearest, this is plain madness.

It is insanity.
You're not in your right mind.

Don't go! Don't leave me! I love you! Don't you know I do?
Can't you really see that?
Don't run away like this, and don't cry.