That evening he made a plan. He had called the immediate future to account, and found he had six months to spare without much prospect of being usefully absorbed. "I must get away from all this," he decided. At the end of an evening spent restlessly at home, he startled Mrs. Paragon with the prospect of six months on the high seas. "We will have a yacht," he told her. "I want to learn all about sailing. We'll go right away." Mrs. Paragon calmly considered this. She was alarmed for Peter, though she did not know the extent of his last infatuation. Peter had instinctively kept Vivette out of his conversation. His mother and Vivette moved in different circles, and they had not yet met. Mrs. Paragon only knew that Peter had recently become profoundly interested in the theatre. Nevertheless Mrs. Paragon perceived as clearly as Vivette how things were with him. "Where do you think of going?" She showed no surprise at his sudden idea. "Anywhere," said Peter vaguely. "When do you think of starting?" "Immediately." Mrs. Paragon realised that something had happened. "This is very sudden," she suggested. "I've been thinking, mother." "Is that all?" Mrs. Paragon inquired, quite innocent of any desire to be satirical. She merely asked. "I ought to be doing something," Peter explained. "I know all this law stuff by heart. I'm sick of London." "I thought you were so interested in everything." "No, mother." "Not in the theatre?" Again Mrs. Paragon merely asked. "That's over now," said Peter. Mrs. Paragon reached at the heart of things in one sure gesture of the mind. "What has she said to you?" she calmly inquired. Peter stared in the manner of one whose thoughts are unexpectedly read. "I asked her to marry me." "She refused?" "She wants me to think of something else." Mrs. Paragon wondered a moment why an actress had refused. She also wondered whether the actress might not change her mind. "I will come with you, Peter," she said decisively. Peter flung himself with ardour into the work of finding a boat and getting together a crew. His condition was well known to Atterbury, who persuaded Haversham to help him in getting Peter equipped. They hunted out a skipper in Havre whose quality they knew, Atterbury going to interview and bring him over. It was decided they should sail immediately. Vivette was soberly pleased at the success of her one good action. "I've ordered Peter into the South Seas," she told Atterbury. "I think he'll be safe from the brown ladies." It was arranged that Peter should give a farewell dinner. Atterbury insisted on the Savoy, and tactfully picked a day when the Wenderbys were to be out of town. He frankly discussed the position over Mrs. Paragon's dinner-table in Curzon Street. Vivette was there--accepted by Mrs. Paragon with large reserve.