"Come," urged Jimmy. "Let me take you to hear them sing!"
"Where?" she faltered.
"Oh, you must give me carte-blanche!"
"Suppose I were reckless enough!" said Bridget.
"We would go to the farthest and most secluded corner of the earth where the sun always shines, but never too fiercely."
"Then," she cried more brightly, "English wouldn't be spoken."
"You and I would understand each other," said Jimmy. "That is all I care for."
"There would be the coming back," she suggested.
"Not necessarily," he replied, and Bridget seemed to start as if some fresh idea had suddenly occurred to her mind. "Anyhow, we needn't think of returning before we set out," he continued.
"I mustn't," she repeated.