“But how?” she repeated, with concern.
“Don’t worry. You’ll wake up as far ahead of the Corinthian as I ever meant you to be.”
“I’m not thinking about myself. What are you planning to do? Nothing—dangerous, Andy! You know how nearly I hurt people.”
“No, no,” he reassured. “Nothing dangerous; something quite safe, serene, secure, Bobs. Merely——”
“What?”
“Expensive. That wireless operator is not so completely carried away by sympathy for you and suffrage for his sister as he seemed.”
“What did you say?”
“I’ll tell you to-morrow. I want to do it first; and it’s getting along toward time. So you go in now; good night.”
“Good night,” she said. He had commanded; she had not meant to obey; but now, when she found herself doing it, she did not deter.
“Bobs!” he caught her gently.