"And after lunch we'll go out on the river—the Clieveden woods, you know—and all that."
"I've never seen the Clieveden woods."
"Then that's settled. At eleven. All right, driver; go on."
But she stretched her hands toward him. "Oh, Chip, don't come! I'm afraid. What's the good? Since we've burned our bridges—"
He had just time to say: "Even without bridges, there are wings. At eleven, then. All right, driver; go on. The Ritz Hotel."
V
PENALTY
He went to Berne because she had let slip the name of that place during the afternoon at Maidenhead. It was the only hint of the kind she threw out during the afternoons—four in all—they passed together. He forgot the connection in which they came, but he retained the words: "He may have to go to Berne."