"Oh, heavens! For long?"
"For ever. With you."
"With...?"
"Of course. Don't you understand? I'm going home now to pack a suit-case. Then I'll drive back to New York and stay the night at an hotel, and to-morrow we'll be married early in the morning, and in the afternoon we'll go off together, all alone, miles and miles from everybody."
"Molly!"
"Look at that moon. About now it ought to have been shining into our drawing-room on the train."
"Yes."
"Well, there will be just as good a moon to-morrow night."
George moistened his lips. Something seemed to be tickling his nose, and inside his chest a curious growth had begun to swell, rendering breathing difficult.
"And half an hour ago," he said, "I thought I would never see you again."