So you needn't say any more.

We'll start in the morning--and I am going with you!" In a flash John Aldous saw his whole scheme shaking on its foundation.
"It's impossible--utterly impossible!" he gasped.
"And why utterly ?" she asked, bending her head so that her soft hair touched his face and lips.

"John, have you already forgotten what we said in that terrible cavern--what we told ourselves we would have done if we had lived?
We were going adventuring, weren't we?
And we are not dead--but alive.

And this will be a glorious trip! Why, John, don't you see, don't you understand?
It will be our honeymoon trip!" "It will be a long, rough journey," he argued.

"It will be hard--hard for a woman." With a little laugh, Joanne sprang up and stood before him in a glow of light, tall, and slim, and splendid, and there was a sparkle of beautiful defiance and a little of triumph in her eyes as she looked down on him.
"And it will be dangerous, too?
You are going to tell me that ?" "Yes, it will be dangerous." She came to him and rumpled up his hair, and turned his face up so that she could look into his eyes.
"Is it worse than fever, and famine, and deep swamps, and crawling jungles ?" she asked.