"Well, let them believe what they like. They'll forget me in a week."
"Where are you going?"
"To Europe, somewhere,—I haven't thought about the place. I'll let you know."
"And how about her child?"
"We shall take her with us."
"She wants her along, does she?"
"Of course!"
Vickers rose impatiently.
"Good-by, mother."
She let him kiss her.