"But perhaps we'd better wait until tomorrow. Tonight, she wants to
become an explorer--and give away all her best dresses. She might not
take kindly to it." This from Mr. Dixon, between puffs of aromatic cigar
smoke.
"You're horrid--both of you. Don't you think it's mean of them to make
such a mystery of whatever they're talking about, Mr. Bolton? Won't you
tell me?"
"Of course, I will, my dear. What do you want to know?"