As a matter of fact, Jimmy had no thought of drawing back. The following Sunday morning the sun seemed to shine more brightly than usual, and Bridget stood at one of the windows of her sitting-room, looking out at the few passers-by on their way to the white-fronted church farther along the street. Its bell was ringing cheerfully. Until the last few years she had always lived in the country, and now her thoughts flew back to earlier days, and she pictured the fields and hedgerows, remembering the places where she used to find daffodils and primroses and violets. A longing seemed to seize upon her as the church bells left off ringing, and then she heard a hooter, and saw a dark-red motor-car stop at the door, with a chauffeur driving and Jimmy, with a light-brown fur rug over his knees, sitting alone behind. "A magnificent morning!" he cried, entering her sitting-room a few moments later. "I couldn't resist the temptation, and to tell you the truth, I didn't try very hard. I hope you'll let me take you for a spin into the country." "Of course it would be lovely!" said Bridget. "Then I shall give you five minutes to get ready," answered Jimmy. "I really mustn't," she insisted. "Why not?" he demanded. "Aren't you as free as the larks?" Bridget sighed as she stood looking out at the car in the street below. "Come," urged Jimmy. "Let me take you to hear them sing!" "Where?" she faltered. "Oh, you must give me carte-blanche!" "Suppose I were reckless enough!" said Bridget. "We would go to the farthest and most secluded corner of the earth where the sun always shines, but never too fiercely." "Then," she cried more brightly, "English wouldn't be spoken." "You and I would understand each other," said Jimmy. "That is all I care for." "There would be the coming back," she suggested. "Not necessarily," he replied, and Bridget seemed to start as if some fresh idea had suddenly occurred to her mind. "Anyhow, we needn't think of returning before we set out," he continued. "I mustn't," she repeated. "But, indeed, you must." "Mr. Clynesworth----" "What," he asked, "is the matter with 'Jimmy'?" "I fancy he is very--very foolish," said Bridget. "I should have to get back by three o'clock," she added. "Well, half a loaf is better than no bread," he returned. "You promise faithfully I shall be home by three!" "Anything in the world so that you come," said Jimmy.