(Was there ever such nonsense?) The practical side of this was
serious enough, however; he was back at his old idea of going round
the earth. Later on that might be rather a jolly thing to do, but
not until they had struck root a little more surely in London.
And then with amazement, with incredulity, with indignation, she
began to realize that he was proposing to go off by himself upon
this vague extravagant research, that all this work she had been
doing to make a social place for him in London was as nothing to
him, that he was thinking of himself as separable from her. . . .
"But, Cheetah! How can you leave your spotless leopard? You would
howl in the lonely jungle!"
"Possibly I shall. But I am going."
"Then I shall come."
"No." He considered her reasons. "You see you are not interested."
"But I am."
"Not as I am. You would turn it all into a jolly holiday. You
don't want to see things as I want to do. You want romance. All
the world is a show for you. As a show I can't endure it. I want
to lay hands on it."
"But, Cheetah!" she said, "this is separation.
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