Demurring, he put the rug round her and they went on.
"I've been thinking it would be a good idea to go to California for the winter," he said, presently.
"You've seen California."
"But you haven't."
"No, and I don't want to."
"Is that true?"
"Well, it's true that I want to see other places more—queerer places, farther off, that I can't imagine for myself."
"Don't flatter yourself that you can imagine California. I was thinking I ought to look after my ranch there. And, besides, the place in Oakland is really beautiful. I could make you very comfortable there."
"Could you?" she said, wistfully. "But, after all, 'comfortable' is for ninety."
"It is curious that I should have to remind you we mustn't think now only of ourselves."