"What is it, my dear," I asked, trying to be as affectionate as if the conditions had not changed.
"My father and I have determined to go to Europe."
"To Europe!" I repeated, aghast. "You surely do not mean it?"
"Yes," resolutely. "He wanted to consult you about it, but was afraid you would disagree with his plans."
"And when did he make up his mind to take this sudden move?"
"This morning."
"And you intend to go with him?"
"Yes, and I was going to ask you to go, too."
"When do you propose to go?"
"Immediately."