"If she sent for him," he went on, "he'd break all speed laws getting up here, and if he came for her of his own accord—if she thought he did that she'd be in his arms so quick that she'd make a bounding antelope look like a plumber's assistant going back for his tools!"
Fanny looked puzzled. She did not quite understand his meaning.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Her husband hesitated for a moment as if not daring to suggest what was on his mind; then suddenly he blurted out:
"Suppose I 'phoned him—right now—that she had sent for him?"
"'Phone him—that Virginia—"
"Sure! He'd think she'd given in and she'd think the same of him. It would be a case of a pair of open arms, the rustle of a skirt, a little head on a manly chest and then good-bye John, farewell everything, and the lid is off! I imagine that is some idea!"
Fanny clasped her hands nervously. Hesitatingly she exclaimed:
"Oh—I think it's splendid! But—what if they found out?"
"What would it matter if they'd already made up?" he grinned.