"I don't know," she reserved. "What are your movements and dates?"
He told her eagerly.
"I've always longed to tour Canada," she cried.
"Then tour it on your own. Only can't we be travelling companions? I'll see to your tickets and luggage and so on."
"And I shan't have any hotel expenses," she added, lighting a cigarette; "I shall work them off and see a profit."
Osborn's year now took on for him the aspect of the most magnificent adventure sated married man ever had.
"Fancy us two trotting about the good old earth together!"
"Don't tell your friends," she laughed.
"Trust me."
"But I don't. I don't trust any of you."