“Do you?”
“Eventually, of course——”
“But, before ‘eventually,’ don’t you want your wander-year?”
“France, Italy——” She became breathless.
“Honolulu, the Pacific, the wide world. Why should we tie ourselves to a house until we have seen it all?”
“Yes, why? We have all our lives before us.” She sank on his knee. “How beautiful! Let us make plans.”
So for the next few days they lived in a world of visions, catching enthusiasm one from the other. Again he saw Salvation Yeo’s pointing finger; and she, in the subconscious relation of her mind with his, saw it too. House and furniture were Olifant’s as long as he wanted them.
“We’ll go round the world,” Olivia declared.
With a twirl of his finger—“Right round,” said he.
“Which way does one go?”