She had not gone; in fact, she had closed the door slowly and stood with her back against it, staring at him in a speechless bewilderment.
"What sort of a man are you ?" asked the girl at last.
"A fool," said Ronicky slowly.

"Go out and round up your friends; I can't stop you." "No," said the girl thoughtfully, "but that was a poor bluff at stopping me." He nodded.

And she hesitated still, watching his face closely.
"Listen to me," she said suddenly.

"I have two minutes to talk to you, and I'll give you those two minutes.

You can use them in getting out of the house--I'll show you a way--or you can use them to tell me just why you've come." In spite of himself Ronicky smiled.