"But that will make a muddle of the route I have mapped out, and jumble up the dates."
"What does that matter? You can easily make out another; our time is our own. I want to be in Geneva to-morrow night."
"For any particular reason?" I asked, rather annoyed, for I knew how difficult it was to divert her from anything upon which she had set her mind.
"For a very particular reason. Maxwell will be there."
"Did he tell you so before we left England?"
"No; he tells me in a letter, and says how nice it will be for us to meet there."
I thought otherwise. I had no wish to see Maxwell, but I did not say so.
"When did you hear from him?"
"This morning."
"His letter did not come to the hotel. They told me in the office that there were none for us."