With maps and books of travel Judith and he had planned it out.

In imagination they had lived in London and Paris, Munich and Rome, always in queer old lodgings looking on quaint crooked streets.

He had dreamed of long delicious rambles, glimpses into queer old shops, vast, silent, dark cathedrals.

For Laura how different it would be.

This boy of hers knew Europe as a group of gorgeous new hotels.
The moment Laura joined them, her father's eye was caught and held by the ring upon her finger.