to Rhodesia—back to the island. I can't stand all this tomfoolery. I can't wait for you any longer."
I disengaged myself a minute.
"And what about my French frocks?" I lamented mockingly.
To this day Harry never knows when I'm in earnest and when I'm only teasing him.
"Damn your French frocks. Do you think I want to put frocks on you? I'm a damned sight more likely to want to tear them off you. I'm not going to let you go, do you hear? You're my woman. If let you go away, I may lose you. I'm never sure of you. You're coming with me now—to-night—and damn everybody."
He held me to him, kissing me until I could hardly breathe.
"I can't do without you any longer, Anne. I can't indeed. I hate all this money. Let Race have it. Come on. Let's go."
"My toothbrush?" I demurred.
"You can buy one. I know I'm a lunatic, but for God's sake, come!"
He stalked off at a furious pace. I followed him as meekly as the Barotsi woman I had observed at the Falls. Only I wasn't carrying a frying-pan on my head. He walked so fast that it was very difficult to keep up with him.
"Harry," I said at last, in a meek voice, "are we going to walk all the way to Rhodesia?"
He turned suddenly and with a great shout of laughter gathered me up in his arms.
"I'm mad, sweetheart, I know it. But I do love you so."
"We're a couple of lunatics. And, oh, Harry, you never asked me, but I'm not making a sacrifice at all! I wanted to come!"
