“You see, you don't care about making money; I do—it was bred in me. Besides, I am an unselfish fellow. I never think of myself; I like to think of others. If I were to make a good thing out of this, I should be able to leave the missus independent.” Then, after a slight pause, Willy said: “But, by the way, I was forgetting. I got a letter this morning saying that if I met you in London I was to tell you that you were to come to Southwick for a ball.”
“What ball?”
“A subscription ball at Henfield—a county ball. Will you come?”
“Yes, I don't mind. It should be rather fun. Are you going?”
“Yes, I must go, worse luck, to chaperon my sisters.”
“How do you go? Will the governor let you have the horses?”
“Not he! We generally have a large 'bus. I am going down to-morrow by the twelve o'clock train. Will that be too early for you?”
“Not if I go home now and pack up.”
“You won't like that. You had better sleep here and get up early in the morning; your room is all ready.”
“I couldn't manage it. I never could get back to the Temple, pack up, and meet you at twelve at London Bridge.”