“There’s no use. The blame will last.”
“You will forgive me before I go away.”
“How do you know, Mr. Bombs?”
“O Pythagoras in Petticoats! You are here again! I am undone!” laughed Bombs.
“Don’t call me that or I shall run away before you tell me your something.”
“That would be a dense calamity.”
“Why dense, Mr. Bombs?”
“Because I could never get through the tangle if you were not here to ask leading questions, Miss Adelaide.”
“I am here and I am listening. But if you don’t begin to tell me at once I am going.”
“Here it is, then, without exasperating prelude. I am going away immediately after the Fourth to be gone from one to four years—four probably. Only think of that immense stretch of time! Are you glad or sad to hear the astounding revelation?”