You must take me there." "I cannot do that," Tavernake answered.
"Why not ?" "Beatrice has refused absolutely to permit me to tell you or any one else of her whereabouts," he declared.

"Without her permission I cannot do it." "Do you mean that ?" she asked.
"Of course," he answered uncomfortably.
There was another silence.

When she spoke again, her voice had changed for the second time.

Tavernake felt his heart sink as he listened.
"Very well," she said.

"I thought that you were my friend, that you wished to help me." "I do," he replied, "but you would not have me break my word ?" "You are breaking your word with me," she told him.
"It is a different thing," he insisted.
"You will not take me there ?" she said once more.
"I cannot," Tavernake answered.
"Very well, good-bye!" "Don't go," he begged.