"When do you start?"
"Of course it's rather sudden—"
"So I understood from what you said. When will it be, Osborn?"
"To-morrow."
She stared into his face, unbelieving.
"To-morrow?" she whispered.
He got up hurriedly and fumbled about the mantel-piece in a fake search for cigarettes.
"You see, I've got to follow out Woodall's programme exactly; he would have started to-morrow."
"How—how long will you be away?"
"A year."