When the half-year was over we would leave England.' 'By the Orient Express ?' They laughed together, Rhoda colouring, for the words that had escaped her meant too much for mere jest.
'By the Orient Express.

We would have a house by the Bosphorus for the next half-year, and contrast our emotions with those we had known by Burmoor Tarn.

Think what a rich year of life that would make! How much we should have learnt from nature and from each other!' 'And how dreadfully tired of each other we should be!' Barfoot looked keenly at her.

He could not with certainty read her countenance.
'You mean that ?' he asked.
'You know it is true.' 'Hush! The day is to be perfect.

I won't admit that we could ever tire of each other with reasonable variety of circumstance.