"He's going to ask you to stay," I said.
"I think you're mistaken there," replied the chauffeur. "The old boy himself has a strong sense of justice, and would like to make everything all right, no doubt, but his wife would give him no peace if he did."
"If he does, though, what shall you do?" I inquired anxiously.
Mr. Dane looked into space. "I think I'd better go in any case."
"Why?"
If he'd been a woman, I think he would have answered "Because," but being a man he reflected a few seconds, and said he thought it would be better for him in the end.
"Do you want to go?" I asked, drearily.
"No. But I ought to want to."
"Please stay," I begged. "Please—brother."
"Sir Samuel mayn't ask me; and you wouldn't have me crawl to him?"