She shook her head.
“We shall sail early, in order to have some gowns made. But if you could meet us there for a few weeks––you do have a vacation, don’t you?”
“Two weeks, I think.”
“Oh, dear, then you can’t.”
“Holy smoke, do you know what a first-class passage costs?”
“I don’t want to know. Then you couldn’t go, anyway, could you?”
“Hardly.”
“Shall you miss me?”
“Yes.”