She laughed. There seemed to be no fear of her taking life too
seriously yet. And, truth to tell, he did not appear to wish her to
do so.

"But you must not go very far," she said sweetly.

"Africa."

"Africa? That does not sound interesting."

"It is interesting: moreover, it is the coming country. I may be
able to make money out there, and money is a necessity at present."

"I do not like it, Jack," she said in a foreboding voice. "When do
you go?"

"At once--in fact, I came to say good-bye. It is better to do these
things very promptly--to disappear before the onlookers have quite
understood what is happening. When they begin to understand they
begin to interfere. They cannot help it. I will write to Lady
Cantourne if you like."

"No, I will tell her."

So he bade her good-bye, and those things that lovers say were duly
said; but they are not for us to chronicle. Such words are better
left to be remembered or forgotten as time and circumstance and
result may decree. For one may never tell what words will do when
they are laid within the years like the little morsel of leaven that
leaveneth the whole.