Relieved as he was by this willingness he was anxious not to seem brutal. “I’d—I’d rather you consulted your own wishes about that.”
She put on a show of nonchalance. “Oh, I don’t care. It’ll be just—just as you say when.”
He would have liked to say when at that instant, but a pretense at courtesy had to be maintained. “There’s no hurry—for a day or two.”
“You said a week or two yesterday.”
“Oh, did I? Well, then, we’ll say a week or two now.”
“Oh, not for me,” she hastened to assure him. “I’d just as soon go to-night.”
“Have you hated it as much as that?”
“I’ve hated some of it.”
“Ah, well! You needn’t be bothered with it long.”
Her candor was of the kind which asks questions frankly. “Haven’t you got any more use for me?”