Geraldine stared up from the list to Tydvil. "I wonder," she said thoughtfully, "what the High Moral Authority will say to that?"
"It scarcely bears contemplation," chuckled Tydvil. "Well," commented Geraldine, "there are always Gippsland and the tall timber."
She stood up and walked towards the door, but hesitated. Then she returned and, walking round the table, stood beside it.
Seeing her indecision he looked up. "Come, Geraldine, out with whatever it is."
"Do you know the date?" she asked.
He glanced at the date block on his table. "October 18th, unless you have neglected to change my block. What of it?"
"There are just seventeen days before November the fourth." Her voice was very serious.
His face was expressionless as he replied: "That will be the day after Cup Day."
"Oh, ple
