"—if you don't mind living in Suburbia."
Tuppy sat bolt upright.
"Where," he asked.
"In Suburbia," repeated Bolt.
Tuppy rose and pushed back his chair.
"Bolt," he said solemnly, "it's a shade of odds on this being a scheme of dowager's to get me out of the country. Bolt—I'll not go. I'll see this Tanner man to the devil before I expatriate myself!"
"Beg pardon m'lord——"
But Tuppy stopped him with an uncompromising hand.
"It's no bet, Bolt. Here we are and here we'll stay. Blessed gracious!" he swore fiercely. "I would sooner pay my rent here!"
"I was going to say, m'lord," said the patient Bolt, "that he means the suburbs. Brixton an' Clapham an' Tootin' Bec an' that sort of thing."