"Three weeks?"
"No."
She gave up in despair. "You are dreadfully unreasonable."
"I know it; I was born that way and I can't help it. I sha'n't insist on to-morrow, because I'm not sure that Wun Ling has anything for us to eat; but one week from to-morrow, when I've had time to stock up and straighten up a bit, is going to be the limit. Can you make it?"
"What if I say no?"
"I shall come anyway."
She bent over until her lips touched his forehead.
"That is your answer, only you don't deserve it. And now will you answer my question? I asked you when you came in if you had been to dinner, and you said 'Good Lord!'"
"Did I? I think I must have been a bit rattled. You see, I'd just heard some bad news, and I was expecting to find Connie, and wasn't expecting to find you."
"Did Connie write you she would meet you?"