“Why don't you go?” the girl forced herself to ask.
“Oh, I'm not ready yet. Should you write to me if I went to Chicago?”
“I don't think you'd find my letters very interesting. You wouldn't want any news from Equity.”
“Your letters wouldn't be interesting if you gave me the Equity news; but they would if you left it out. Then you'd have to write about yourself.”
“Oh, I don't think that would interest anybody.”
“Well, I feel almost like going out to Chicago to see.”
“But I haven't promised to write yet,” said the girl, laughing for joy in his humor.
“I shall have to stay in Equity till you do, then. Better promise at once.”
“Wouldn't that be too much like marrying a man to get rid of him?”
“I don't think that's always such a bad plan—for the man.” He waited for her to speak; but she had gone the length of her tether in this direction. “Byron says,—