"We shall move this month," said Aubrey. "From the first of February this apartment is yours."
"You are very stiff about it," said the owner. "Why not be reasonable?"
"I am perfectly reasonable," said Aubrey, gently. "I have listened for an hour to the justice you administer to a tenant with a signed lease. My reason is what is guiding me now."
He rose as he spoke and moved toward the door.
They glared at us both as they went out.
Aubrey sat and figured for a few moments in silence.
"It has cost us quite a little," he said at last, "to learn that such as we cannot live in New York. We will go into the country where the right to live, and to live this side of insanity, is guaranteed, not by a lease, but by the exact centre of five acres of ground."
"I have always wanted to!" I cried, with enthusiasm. "We will be commuters."
"We will commute," said Aubrey, pausing to let the fire-engines go by, "when necessary."