She laughed. "I'm afraid it's wicked, Dicky, a good deal like the haunted pajamas." She leaned forward, chin upon her hand again, looking into the fading coals. "I'll tell you what he says."
Then her voice went on:
"Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst."
"By Jove!" I said, interested.
"For the temple bells are callin', and it's there that I would be—
By the old Moulmein pagoda, lookin' lazy at the sea."
I brought my hand down on my knee.
"Oh, I say, you know—er—Frances," I exclaimed with enthusiasm, "we'll go there for our honeymoon, by Jove! Shall we—eh?"
And then the jolly rubies rolled unheeded to the floor. And nothing stirred but the ashes of the haunted pajamas!
And then—Oh, but Frances says that's all!