“Cook’s? My beloved, where is your sense of adventure?” “We must go by trains and steamers, and Cook’s will tell us all about them.” She had her way. Cook’s replied. At the quotation for the minimum aggregate of fares Alexis gasped. “There’s not so much money in the world.” “There is,” she flashed triumphantly. “On deposit at my bank. Much more.” Who was right now, she asked herself, she or the prosaic Mr. Trivett and Mr. Fenmarch? She only had to dip her hands into her fortune and withdraw them filled with bank-notes enough to take them half a dozen times round the world! Inspired by this new simplicity of things, they rushed up to London by an incredibly early train to take tickets, then and there for the main routes which circumnavigate the globe. The man at Cook’s dashed their ardour. They would have to pencil their passages now and wait for months until their turn on the waiting lists arrived. It must be remembered that then were the early days of Peace. “But we want to start next week!” cried Olivia in dismay. The young man at Cook’s professed polite but wearied sorrow at her disappointment. Forty times a day he had to disillusion eager souls who wanted to start next week for the other side of the globe. “It is most inconvenient and annoying for us to change our plans,” Olivia declared resentfully. “But,” she added, with a smile, “it’s not your fault that the world is a perfect beast. We’ll talk it over and come to you again.” So after lunch in town they returned to The Point, richer in their knowledge of the conditions of contemporary world travel. “We’ll put things in hand at once and start about Christmas,” said Alexis. “Until then——” “We’ll take a furnished flat in London,” Olivia decided. * * * * * October found them temporarily settled in a flat in the Buckingham Palace Road, and then began the life which Olivia had schemed for her husband before these disturbing dreams of vagabondage.