LAURA. For what, dear? [Looking up at him.
JOHN. You know what I said in the telegram?
LAURA. Yes. [Leans her head affectionately on his shoulder.
JOHN. Well, I meant it.
LAURA. I know.
JOHN. I've got to get back [JOHN looks around; crosses behind table to chair right of table, and sits facing her across it.], Laura, just as soon as ever I can. There's a lot of work to be done out in Nevada and I stole away to come to New York. I want to take you back. Can you go?
LAURA. Yes—when?
JOHN. This afternoon. We'll take the eighteen-hour train to Chicago, late this afternoon, and connect at Chicago with the Overland, and I'll soon have you in a home. [Pause.] And here's another secret.
LAURA. What, dear?
JOHN. I've got that home all bought and furnished, and while you couldn't call it a Fifth Avenue residence, still it has got something on any other one in town.