waited with it; she could not wait. Married, he, beside her, was feeling bound, constrained; married, she, beside him, was feeling freed, released. With him, she could go where and as she pleased and when she pleased.
"I want to get away, Jay!" she told him. "I'm going to get away."
"Of course you are," said Jay, "but not to Europe now."
"Bermuda?" she asked, in one of her instant shifts with which he was familiar. "Can you manage Bermuda?"
He shook his head.
"What can you manage?"
"Mountains," he said. "Mountains south."
"What mountains?"
"North Carolina; near Tryston."
"Oh, Tryston!"
"You know it?"
"I know it."
Only in the emergency of the moment had he found the destination in his mind. Tryston; he had been talking it over with some one, recently; with whom, he did not recollect.
"How d'you feel about Tryston?" he asked her.
"Let's go there," she yielded suddenly to him. "But you don't go from Grand Central, do you?"
"No," said Jay. "My bag's there."
"Mine's home. I don't want it. I'll buy what I need to-night; and wire for things to be sent. They're mostly at school, anyway. You go get your bag. I'll shop. When'll we meet at the Pennsylvania station?"
"In an hour?"
