"At the very best you'd have taken months."
"And you couldn't wait for me?"
"Well, waiting's a thing I detest."
"Oh, I've made up my mind," she declared. "I shall go back to town to-night."
"No, no, that's not it." Harry did not want the arrangement misunderstood. "If we can't agree, I go back to town—not you. I kept my fly."
"You needn't make fun of it anyhow."
"I'm not. I'm quite serious. You stay here, I go away. I accept this post abroad—the Arbitration business. I've got to send an answer about it to-morrow."
"No, I shall go. I'm resolved upon it. I won't stay here."
"Then we must shut the place up, or pull it down," said Harry. "It will look absurd, but—Well, we never consider the neighbors." For the first time he seemed vexed. "I did count on your staying here," he explained.
"I can never forgive you for deceiving me."