“Hephzy,” I demanded, “would you go away—on a trip abroad—with me?”
She put down the knitting.
“Hosy Knowles!” she exclaimed. “WHAT are you talkin' about?”
“But would you?”
“I presume likely I would, if I had the chance; but it isn't likely that—where are you goin'?”
I did not answer. I hurried out of the sitting-room and out of the house.
When I returned I found her still knitting. The circular lay on the floor at her feet. She regarded me anxiously.
“Hosy,” she demanded, “where—”
I interrupted. “Hephzy,” said I, “I have been to the station to send a telegram.”
“A telegram? A TELEGRAM! For mercy sakes, who's dead?”