It was after midnight when they began to pack. When they finished it was nearly four.
She had laid out a dark dress for the journey, but he insisted that she put it in a suit-case, and wear the one she had on.
"I shouldn't know you in any other—and it's the colour of your eyes. I want that colour all over the place."
"But we shall be travelling."
"In our own car. That car has been described in the public prints as a 'suite of palatial apartments with all modern conveniences.'"
"I forgot."
"We shall be going West like the old '49-ers, seeking adventure and gold."
"Did they go in their private cars?"
"Some of them went in rolling six-horse Concords, and some walked, and some of them pushed their baggage across in little hand-carts, but they had fun at it—and we shall have to work as hard when we get there."
"Dear me! And I'm so tired already. I feel quite done up."