They fell silent, and then: "Perhaps we can go soon now, Elizabeth; I was thinking that perhaps after Christmas——"
Elizabeth bit her lip. Something in her wanted to cry out in triumph, but she choked it down.
"The flat's let until March," she said quietly.
"Well then, March. Oh! Elizabeth, think of it!"
Elizabeth said: "I never think of anything else—I thought you knew that."
"But you seem so dull about it, aren't you pleased?"
"Yes, but I'm afraid!"
"Of what?"
"Of something happening to prevent it. Don't let's make plans too long ahead."
Joan flushed. "You don't trust me any more," she said, and her voice sounded as though she wanted to cry.