“No, not even a justice of the peace!” he said, laughing. “We might strap on our old snowshoes, and go to Tellurium.”
“The idea!”
“Well, listen. Do you know what I’ve been thinking?”
She shook her head.
“Paris.”
“Paris?” she repeated, a little startled, after all that he had revealed to her.
“Yes. I’ve got a little money in the bank in Tellurium, and I––”
“You needn’t be so proud of it!” she retorted. “So have I, in New York. So you needn’t think it’s your money I’m after, sir!”
They laughed, and then he had both her hands across the table.