“George—before I tell you what I think—tell me right out, what put the notion into your head? You think we should be safer there than here?”
“Why, of course——”
“I don’t agree with you. Your being there is sure to get into the papers one way or another. He will see it there, or some dear, kind friend will tell him, and he’d come down.”
“It’s funny we didn’t think of that!”
“We?” she asked quickly. “Who’s we?”
“Why, I—er—met Mortimer. He’s often done my thinking for me, so I chatted my difficulty over with him.”
“Two great, clever men of the world, and one, wee, little foolish idea! Why didn’t you come and talk it over with me?”
“Somehow—I didn’t like to.”
“Well, let’s forget clever Mr. Fred. Don’t you agree with me, it wouldn’t do?”
“Ye-es, I do. We could go abroad?”