But John Osborne at once jumped to the conclusion -- as Nan had very possibly meant him to do -- that the mysterious somebody was Bryan Lee , and the thought was gall and wormwood to him . `` Whom are you going with ? '' he asked . `` That would be telling , '' Nan said , with maddening indifference . `` Is it Bryan Lee ? '' demanded John . `` It might be , '' said Nan reflectively , `` and then again , you know , it might n't . '' John was silent ; he was no match for Nan when it came to a war of words . He scowled moodily at the shining tumblers . `` Nan , I 'm going out west , '' he said finally . Nan stared at him with her last tumbler poised in mid-air , very much as if he had announced his intention of going to the North Pole or Equatorial Africa . `` John Osborne , are you crazy ? '' `` Not quite . And I 'm in earnest , I can tell you that . '' Nan set the glass down with a decided thud . John 's curtness displeased her . He need n't suppose that it made any difference to her if he took it into his stupid head to go to Afghanistan . `` Oh ! '' she remarked carelessly . `` Well , I suppose if you 've got the Western fever your case is hopeless .
Would it be impertinent XXXXX inquire why you are going ? ''
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