“Going away generally is,” she answered—“either for those who go or those who stay behind,” she added.
“Or for both,” he said.
Then came another pause; he broke it.
“Miss Beatrice, may I write to you?”
“Certainly, if you like.”
“And will you answer my letters?”
“Yes, I will answer them.”
“If I had my way, then, you should spend a good deal of your time in writing,” he said. “You don’t know,” he added earnestly, “what a delight it has been to me to learn to know you. I have had no greater pleasure in my life.”
“I am glad,” Beatrice answered shortly.
“By the way,” Geoffrey said presently, “there is something I want to ask you. You are as good as a reference book for quotations, you know. Some lines have been haunting me for the last twelve hours, and I cannot remember where they come from.”