“I will – not be – drugged,” Clarinda faltered, “I will come – with – you.”
“I thought you would,” he said with an unpleasant smile of triumph on his face.
He took his hand from her arm and Clarinda looked round wildly for a means of escape.
Nicholas’s lips jeered as he said,
“I was once a good runner, even though I am out of practice. And if you scream for help, who will come to your aid but old Bates, whom I could overcome with no effort or perhaps a giggling housemaid whom I omitted to seduce on my last visit here?”
Clarinda felt like screaming, but some inner pride would not allow her to give Nicholas the satisfaction of seeing her lose control of herself.
“I have told you – I will come with – you,” she said, “I will not attempt to – run away.”
“Come then,” Nicholas ordered her.
