“Old Em’ly she limps, And as—”
“I am so tired,” said Rickie. Why should he stand it any longer?
He would go home to the woman he loved. “Do you mind if I give up Salisbury?”
“But we’ve seen nothing!” cried Stephen.
“I shouldn’t enjoy anything, I am so absurdly tired.”
“Left turn, then—all in the day’s work.” He bit at his moustache angrily.
“Good gracious me, man!—of course I’m going back alone. I’m not going to spoil your day. How could you think it of me?”
Stephen gave a loud sigh of relief. “If you do want to go home, here’s your whip. Don’t fall off. Say to her you wanted it, or there might be ructions.”
“Certainly. Thank you for your kind care of me.”
“‘Old Em’ly she limps, And as—‘”