“Well, and if I do, what then?”
“Nothing, whatever,” said Pratt. “She really is nice; I own it.”
“Don’t humbug, Frank. Of course I want to call there. I want to patch up that unpleasantly. I want to be on good terms with my neighbours.”
“Hadn’t you better have only a week’s holiday down here, and then be off again to sea?”
“Will you help me, Franky, or won’t you?”
“I will. Now, then, what is it? Get up something to amuse Van and Flick till you come back?”
“Yes, that’s it. Do that for me, there’s a dear old fellow.”
“What should you think the hour or so worth to you?”
“Worth? I don’t understand you.”
“Would you stand a five-pound note for the freedom?”