"Then we're going to do it!"
"Are we, Eve?"
"Oh, Frank!" she exclaimed passionately, "it's too absurd, too unnatural! Why shouldn't we have a moment's happiness? Aren't we going to be married next year?"
"Probably, if I live through this one."
She was smiling, for she knew she had won. "Yes, you'll live through it all right—if you only have a little fresh air and change of scene now and then!"
"I couldn't do it, Sylvia!—How should we go?"
"Drive in a hansom?"
"No, I'll meet you at the Underground Railway at Earl's Court."
"When?" she asked.
"In twenty minutes."