Gravely she placed both her hands on his square shoulders. Looking him straight in the eyes, she said:
"John, I will never make you take those words back."
"That goes double," he rejoined laughingly. "You're going to cut out the cafés and the lobster suppers, and I'm going to cut out my shiftlessness and indolence. You're going to be somebody, and if my hunch is worth the powder to blow it up, we'll show folks things they never thought were in us. We'll begin right now. You're ready, ain't you, dear?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
Pointing towards the house, he said:
"Then call him."
"Brockton?"
"Yes, tell him you go back to New York without any traveling companion."
She hesitated and looked perplexed. She was hardly prepared to act so quickly as this.
"Now?" she demanded.