hunt for treasures in the bazaars of Samarcand — search out the magic of east and west — run hand in hand to the rim of the world. I want to show you it all — see it again through your eyes. Girl, there are a million things I want to show you — do with you — say to you. It will take a lifetime. And we must see about that picture by Tierney, after all.”

“Will you promise me one thing?” asked Valancy solemnly.

“Anything,” said Barney recklessly.

“Only one thing. You are never, under any circumstances or under any provocation, to cast it up to me that I asked you to marry me.”