"Oh, Alston, if we could!"
She had caught all his enthusiasm. It seemed to her that in North Africa Mr. Crayford could not refuse the opera. From that moment she had made up her mind. No London season! Whatever happened, she and Claude were going to remain at Djenan-el-Maqui till the opera was finished, finished to the last detail. That very evening she spoke about it to Claude.
"Claudie," she said. "Are you very keen on going to London this year?"
He looked at her as if almost startled.
"I? But, surely—do you mean that you don't want to go?"
She moved her head.
"Not one little bit."
"Well, but then where do you wish to go?"
"Where? Why should we go anywhere?"
"Stay here?"