"But if I hadn't succeeded, and if things—things weren't just as they seem—would it make any difference to you, John?"
He took her in his arms and kissed her, drawing her onto the sofa beside him.
"Not the least in the world. Now, don't get blue. I should not have surprised you this way. It's taken you off your feet."
Looking at his watch, he jumped up, and, going behind the sofa, he got his overcoat. "But we've not any time to lose. How soon can you get ready?"
Laura knelt on the sofa, leaning over the back.
"You mean to go at once?" she asked.
"Nothing else."
"Take all my things?"
"All your duds," he smiled. "Can't you get ready?"
"Why, my dear, I can get ready most any time."