"Well, you can employ a secretary."
"I shouldn't like that at all. I should have to have a house to put him in, and servants to run it, and before I knew what had happened I should find myself shackled by respectability."
This point of view struck Sally quite forcibly. "I must say, I hadn't looked at it like that," she admitted. "It does sound rather lousy. What do you want to do?"
"Nothing, at the moment. But I may easily want to wander off to Bulgaria next week. It's a place I hardly know."
"You'll still be able to, won't you?"
"First class ticket to Sofia, and a suite at the best hotel? Not if I know it!"
Sally was so much interested that she was beguiled into pursuing the subject of foreign travel. Neville's disjointed yet picturesque account of incredible adventures encountered during the course of aimless and impecunious wanderings held her entranced, and drew from her at length a rather wistful exclamation of: "Golly, what fun you must have had! I wish I were a man. Why haven't you written a book about all this?"
"That," said Neville incorrigibly, "would have invested my travels with a purpose, and spoilt them for me."
"You're definitely sub-human," said Sally. She eyed him curiously. "Does anything ever worry you?"
"Yes. Problem of how to escape worry."