“Nerves comes nearer it,” he admitted.
“Perhaps you need a vacation,” she hazarded, though the prospect of being left without John was unthinkable.
“I had thought of going off somewhere,” he confessed.
There was something in the way he said it—something in the way he glanced swiftly upward towards Mr. Barnes’ room that gave her a clew. She sat bolt upright.
“You don’t mean to tell me you’ve got your fool head turned about Alaska, do you?”
John nodded weakly.
“It was the Artcic that set me goin’.”
She sprang to her feet.
“Why, you—you’d freeze to death there,” she exclaimed.
“Lord, ma’am, I wasn’t thinking of going there,” he hastened to assure her.