"How to do, Sir Harry?"
"You have led a bad life."
"I suppose I have, Sir Harry."
"How will you show yourself willing to reform it?"
"Only pay my debts and set me up with ready money, and I'll go along as slick as grease!" Thus would Cousin George have answered the question had he spoken his mind freely. But he knew that he might not be so explicit. He must promise much; but, of course, in making his promise he must arrange about his debts. "I'll do almost anything you like. Only try me. Of course it would be so much easier if those debts were paid off. I'll give up races altogether, if you mean that, Sir Harry. Indeed, I'm ready to give up anything."
"Will you give up London?"
"London!" In simple truth, George did not quite understand the proposition.
"Yes; will you leave London? Will you go and live at Scarrowby, and learn to look after the farm and the place?"
George's face fell,—his face being less used to lying than his tongue; but his tongue lied at once: "Oh yes, certainly, if you wish it. I should rather like a life of that sort. For how long would it be?"
"For two years," said Sir Harry, grimly.