"Quite so," he interrupted eagerly. "So am I. We'll go away. I'll get a post somewhere. And we'll shunt all our troubles."
"I'd grow tired too soon," said Nina slowly. "You see, you wouldn't grow tired, but I should."
Carleigh hardly knew how to take that.
"I'm so interesting," she continued—"so fascinating—what you will. And a man always enjoys my talk while it's going on. But I'm tired of my own talk and want a change."
He smiled. "Keep still," he said, "and perhaps I'll give you one."
"That's a very old joke," she rebuked sorrowfully. "Oh, I can be quite certain of being bored to death with you. I mustn't consider you for a minute."
"What's to be done about me, then?"
"Oh, you will make up with the girl some day, and then—" she stopped.
"And then?"
"Oh, how you will hate yourself!"