"In no time you might get sick to death of me."
"Never!"
The denial exploded with such violence that the walls fell. Or at least
so it seemed to Cassy. It seemed to her that the room had become a tent
of fulgurant colours. They were blinding. She could not look at them.
How delicious it all was, though! In spite of which, she sighed.
"Well, there is no telling. Some day I may go and take a look there."
With mounting astonishment he repeated it. "Some day! But, if you ever
will, why not now?"