"On one condition—that you do the same if you change your mind the other way!"
"Madge, what idiocy!"
"No, no; you must agree. Why shouldn't you be given a chance of changing your mind, as well as I?"
"Very well; it's probably the easiest bargain any one ever made.... Well, that's all, I think." They both paused, wondering what was to come next. The matter did seem to be fairly well covered. He made as if to go.
"Oh, one thing—your work!" Madge apparently was suffering a slight relapse of self-denunciation. "How absolutely like me, I never thought of that!"
"I can work abroad as well as here. I can work anywhere better than here—you must see that."
"I suppose so." She fixed her eyes on the carpet. A hundred thousand things were teeming in her brain, clamoring to be said, but she turned them all down as "absurd" and contented herself at last with: "You sail immediately, then?"
"Saturday, I expect. To the Mediterranean. I shall leave town to-morrow, though; you won't be bothered by me again!"
"You must give yourself plenty of time to pack. Be sure—" she checked herself, apparently embarrassed.
"Be sure what?"