"Shall we burn it without opening it?" Trent asked her.
"And never go back?" she challenged him.
"And never go back," he answered gravely.
"Your proposition interests me," she said to lessen the tension. "This is a call to rehearsal." She held up the envelope.
"And this is a summons from my party leaders," he remarked, matching her envelope with his.
"What do you say, Barbara? Work or bolt?"
She looked at him steadily for a long moment, then slit her envelope. He lifted his eyebrows slightly and began on his letters.
"My call is for Monday. When is yours?" she said presently.
"Mine is urgent, but Monday in New York is soon enough. That means we must leave here Friday morning."
"This is Tuesday night. Let's go up once more, and come down Thursday night. We can pack in an hour. Let's say good-bye to it, up there."