“I am very well,” he answered. He looked tired. “I am going to Cairo to-night to do some writing for the Signal.”
“You are going . . . and I?”
“You will stay here,” he answered, with cheerful unconcern. “You have all you want.”
“All—Jack! don’t go. They say—I will even live in a house with stairs.”
“You have heard! What have you heard?”
She got up and came near him.
“I shall miss you terribly.”
“You want me to stay?”
“Yes, I do want you to stay with me, or I will go with you.”
“This is only a mood—to show your own power. When I come back, in six months, then we shall see.”