"How far?"
"About two or three miles."
"I'll go there this evening," she announced calmly.
"What?"
I nearly jumped off the wooden bench.
"My dear Auriol," said I, "my heart's dicky. You oughtn't to spring things like that on me."
"I don't see where the shock comes in. Why shouldn't I go to a circus if I want to?"
"It's your wanting to go that astonishes me."
"You're very easily surprised," she remarked. "You ought to take something for it."
"Possibly," said I. "But why on earth do you want to see the wretched Lackaday make a fool of himself?"