“Change all that, dear boy. That’s where I come in so useful, you see.”
Glyddyr moved impatiently.
“You see, I’m not a lawyer, but I’m quite as good, or better. There are not many legal dodges I’m not up to, and you can take me with you to the house, introduce me to the young lady, and I can put her up to saving hundreds in rental on the estates. When are you going next?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’ll want a bit of money, too. Don’t stint yourself—I’m at your back all ready, so that you may cut it fat right through. By George, Glyddyr, you are lucky. The estate is about as good as a million of money.”
“How do you know?” said Glyddyr savagely.
“How do I know, man?” said Gellow, laughing. “Used my wits. Fine thing wits. You began life with a pot of money. I began life with tuppence. But it’s you fellows who get the luck, and turn out millionaires.”
“Look here, Mr Gellow—”
“Nonsense, nonsense, man. How huffy you will be to your best friend! Come, you must want my help, so let’s talk business over quietly. When are you going over yonder?”
“I told you I don’t know.”