“All the better. Come on at once.”
“I tell you I daren’t. I can’t, Hetty. It is madness.”
“Yes, to refuse. Do you hear? It is to save your four thousand pounds.”
“Oh!” groaned Sir Hilton.
“Your wife’s money.”
“With which she has trusted me for Parliamentary expenses.”
“Ha! Then you must ride and save it.”
“No, no, no! My spirit’s broken. I should funk everything.”
“Nonsense! Come, you will ride?”
“No, no, not even for that money, and to save the shame. I can’t—I can’t, Hetty.”