"I told you he wouldn't last long," Cayley went on. "He's come down like the stick of a rocket. I suspected he'd be leaving town before the month was out."
"Leaving town—what d'you mean?" She was keen, now.
"I had to go up into the Geary Building this morning, and I saw his boxes outside the door as I passed. I took it that he's leaving. You ought to know, I should think—if he's your friend!"
She walked up to the window and back before answering. Then she came up to him with:
"You needn't be afraid, Blanchard; I'm not going to elope with him."
"That's good. It gives you a chance to elope with me!"
"Oh, it's all planned, then? How exciting!"
"I was invited up to the tavern on Tamalpais and bring a girl for over Sunday. Mrs. Page is the chaperon—she calls it a 'sunrise party.' Will you come?"
She lifted her eyebrows. "Mrs. Page? Chaperon?"
He smiled. "Oh, you needn't worry; she's all right. Not exactly your class, but you needn't mind that—you'll make it proper by going yourself!"