It is about that I'm going, you know."
"Then if you don't mind, I am coming with you."
Lewis stared, incredulous.
"It's quite true. I am serious enough. I am doing nothing at the Bar,
and I want to travel, proper travelling, where you are not coddled with
railways and hotels."
"But it's hideously risky, and probably very arduous and thankless. You
will tire of it in a week."
"I won't," said George, "and in any case I'll make my book for that.
You must let me come, Lewie. I simply couldn't stand your going off
alone."
"But I may have to leave you. There are places where one can go when
two can't."
"When you come to that sort of place I'll stay behind. I'll be quite
under your orders."
"Well, at any rate take some time to think over it."
"Bless you, I don't want time to think over it," cried George. "I know
my own mind. It's the chance I've been waiting on for years."
"Thanks tremendously then, my dear chap," said Lewis, very ill at ease.
"It's very good of you. I must wire at once to Tommy."
"I'll take it down, if you like. I want to try that new mare of yours
in the dog-cart."
When his host had left the room George forgot to light his pipe, but
walked instead to the window and whistled solemnly. "Poor old man," he
said softly to himself, "it had to come to this, but I'm hanged if he
doesn't take it like a Trojan.
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