She did not think it was so very droll; she even urged it seriously against him, as if she had now the authority of Holy Writ for forcing him abroad; she found no relish of absurdity in the idea that it was his duty to take this rest which had been his right before.
He abandoned himself to a fancy which had been working to the surface of his thought.

"We could call it our Silver Wedding Journey, and go round to all the old places, and see them in the reflected light of the past." "Oh, we could!" she responded, passionately; and he had now the delicate responsibility of persuading her that he was joking.
He could think of nothing better than a return to Fulkerson's absurdity.
"It would be our Silver Wedding Journey just as it would be my Sabbatical year--a good deal after date.

But I suppose that would make it all the more silvery." She faltered in her elation.

"Didn't you say a Sabbatical year yourself ?" she demanded.
"Fulkerson said it; but it was a figurative expression." "And I suppose the Silver Wedding Journey was a figurative expression too!" "It was a notion that tempted me; I thought you would enjoy it.
Don't you suppose I should be glad too, if we could go over, and find ourselves just as we were when we first met there ?" "No; I don't believe now that you care anything about it." "Well, it couldn't be done, anyway; so that doesn't matter." "It could be done, if you were a mind to think so.

And it would be the greatest inspiration to you.