"Oh, you'll have to save, Truxton!"
"How silly we are!" he cried in utter joyousness. He held her close for a long time, his face buried in her hair. "Listen, darling: won't you say you'll be my wife before I leave Graustark? I want you so much. I can't go away without you."
She hesitated. "When are you going, Truxton? You—you haven't told me."
It was what he wanted. "I am going next Monday," he said promptly. As a matter of fact, he had forgotten the day of the week they were now living in.
"Monday? Oh, dear!"
"Will you?"
"I—I must cable home first," she faltered.
"That's a mere detail, darling. Cable afterward. It will beat us home by three weeks. They'll know we're coming."
"I must ask John, really I must, Truxton," she protested faintly.
"Hurray!" he shouted—in a whisper. "He is so desperately in love, he won't think of refusing anything we ask. Shall we set it for Saturday?"