"That's the word," she replied with a little smile. "You were led to say what you did because of my hopeless plight."
"I was led to say what I did," said Tarling, "because I loved you."
"Where are you—we—going?" she asked awkwardly.
"To South America," said Tarling, "for a few months. Then afterwards to my well-beloved China for the cool season."
"Why to South America?" asked the girl.
"Because," said Tarling, "I was reading an article on horticulture in this morning's papers and I learnt that daffodils do not grow in the Argentine."