For a moment he was dumb.
“Well, if she objects and makes the place too hot to hold any of us, I’ll marry a chorus girl. After all, I’m one and twenty and the property is strictly entailed.”
“You’ll be cutting a rod to beat yourself, my good Bev, and I should be truly sorry for the poor chorus girl, and incidentally for you. I like you all right, Bev, as a cousin. I do not forget that you always took my part and befriended me when I was in disgrace——”
“Well, now the boot is on the other foot,” he interrupted, “I’m in everybody’s black books, I’m in disgrace with the pater, so won’t you befriend me? Turn about is fair play.”
“I’m afraid, Bev, that the only thing I can offer you is advice. Why don’t you try for a commission in the army?”
“Too old.”
“Well then, travel; go and see the world.”
“If you will come along with me I’ll go like a shot.”
Ignoring this suggestion with a wave of my hand, I continued my admonition—
“You really must give up betting and cards——” History, as we all know, repeats itself; even as I spoke the door opened, and my aunt entered.