"Yes. Sailed for Saigon at dawn."
"Saigon," she repeated.
"And I am rather glad to see him go. I was afraid he might interest you too much. You'll deny it, but you'll never outgrow the fairy-story age."
"Saigon."
"Good heavens, Elsa, what is the matter?"
"No, no! Don't touch me. I'm not the fainting kind. Did you know last night that he was going?"
"Yes."
"I shall never forgive you."
"Why, Elsa …"
"Never, never! You knew and did not tell me. Do you know who Paul Ellison is? He is the brother of the man at home. You knew he was stealing away and did not tell me."