"Oh, Felix."
"You said you thought it was the right thing to do;—and therefore I'm going to do it. The worst of it is that one wants such a lot of money for this kind of thing."
"But when?"
"Immediately. I wouldn't tell you till I had arranged everything. I've had it in my mind for the last fortnight."
"And how is it to be? Oh, Felix, I hope it may succeed."
"It was your own idea, you know. We're going to;—where do you think?"
"How can I think?—Boulogne."
"You say that just because Goldsheiner went there. That wouldn't have done at all for us. We're going to—New York."
"To New York! But when will you be married?"
"There will be a clergyman on board. It's all fixed. I wouldn't go without telling you."