He sank lower in his chair, before replying in a scarce audible voice:
“Where shall we go?”
She looked at him in amazement as she said:
“To England, of course. Where else should you go?” He kept his hand over his eyes as he replied:
“I had thought we might wish to go to Australia.”
“Australia! Why there, instead of England? Do you not care to see your native land?”
“Oh, yes,” said Donald, hurriedly, “only I did not know as you—you cared to go to England in winter.”
This seemed to satisfy Dainty, who wearily closed her eyes and said:
“It matters little to me whether it is summer or winter, so long as I get away from here.” She said no more, but lay unmoved with eyes closed. Donald moodily watched her. Presently he saw that she slept the sleep of exhaustion.