“Oh, yes, final,” laughed Richard. “I am even going to leave Australia.”
“When?”
“I think in six weeks.”
There was a silence for some moments.
“You’ve not booked your berths yet?” asked Jack.
“No. I must go up to Sydney.”
Again Jack waited before he spoke. Then he said:
“What’s made you settle on going?”
“I don’t know. I feel it’s my fate to go now.”
“Ha, your fate!” said Harriet. “It’s always your fate with you. If it was me it would be my foolish restlessness.”