"No, it is n't," Denry contradicted her flatly.
"But they 've gone."
"I could telegraph to Liverpool for saloon berths—there 's bound to be plenty at this time of year—and I could run over to Liverpool to-morrow and catch 'em on the boat and make 'em change."
She asked him whether he really thought he could, and he assured her.
"Second-cabin berths would be better," said she.
"Why?"
"Well, because of dressing for dinner and so on. They have n't got the clothes, you know."
"Of course," said Denry.
"Listen," she said, with an enchanting smile. "Let's halve the cost, you and I. And let's go to Liverpool together and—er—make the little gift and arrange things. I 'm leaving for Southport to-morrow, and Liverpool's on my way."
Denry was delighted by the suggestion, and telegraphed to Liverpool, with success.