“And you?”
“Not so well as Gudvangen. But it is very nice, and”—regretfully—“it is so near the end!”
“How?”
Millie sighed. That he should have forgotten that they were to start for England on Friday, and this was Tuesday! But no ill-humour crept into her voice.
“You know we go to Bergen to-morrow night, then home.”
“I had forgotten,” said Wareham, staring at his plate. “Isn’t it a very short stay?”
“Only a fortnight. But that I can hardly believe.”
“Nor I.”
“I suppose you will go further north, with the Martyns?” hazarded Millie.
He said abruptly, “I know nothing,” and checked her.