No More Learning

HE. And you've changed your mind?

SHE. No. You ought to know that I am a miracle of constancy. What are
your--arrangements?

HE. Ours, Sweetheart, please.

SHE. Ours, be it then. My poor boy, how the prickly heat has marked your
forehead! Have you ever tried sulphate of copper in water?

HE. It'll go away in a day or two up here. The arrangements are simple
enough.
Tonga in the early morning--reach Kalka at twelve--Umballa at
seven--down, straight by night train, to Bombay, and then the steamer of
the 21st for Rome. That's my idea. The Continent and Sweden--a ten-week
honeymoon.

SHE. Ssh! Don't talk of it in that way. It makes me afraid. Guy, how
long have we two been insane?

HE. Seven months and fourteen days; I forget the odd hours exactly, but
I'll think.

SHE. I only wanted to see if you remembered. Who are those two on the
Blessington Road?

HE. Eabrey and the Penner woman. What do they matter to us?