"It might be best to separate myself from him altogether and go back." On this, Eustace cried out with horror and dismay, and Harold answered, "Never fear, old chap; I'm not going yet. Not till I have seen you in good hands."
"And you'll accept the invitation," said Eustace, taking up one of the coroneted notes that invited us each for two nights to the castle.
"Very well."
"And you'll come up to town, and have a proper suit."
"As you please."
Eustace went off to the library to find some crested paper and envelopes worthy to bear the acceptance, and Harold stood musing. "A good agent and a good wife would set him on his feet to go alone," he said.
"Meantime he cannot do without you."
"Not in some ways."
"And even this acquaintance is your achievement, not his."
"Such as it is."