“No, no, I would rather by far visit him in town!” Gilly said. “I had been thinking that I would go up to see my cousin. If you do not object, sir, I will do so.”
“Object! Pray, why should you always be supposing that I may object to what you wish to do, Gilly,” demanded Lord Lionel. “But you will find London very thin of company at this season, and I own I do not like the fogs for you, and they will soon be starting, you know. However, if you like to go for a few days it can very well be arranged. I will send an express to Scriven, to warn him to have Sale House in readiness for you. Romsey may accompany you, and—”
“I should like to go alone—and to an hotel!” said the Duke desperately.
“Alone and to an hotel!” repeated his uncle, thunderstruck. “Next I shall be told that you would like to travel to town on the stage-coach!”
“No, I don’t wish to travel on a stage-coach, but I do not want Romsey!”
Lord Lionel eyed him speculatively. “Now, what mischief are you up to, Gilly?” he asked, not displeased. “Do you mean to go raking in town?”
The Duke smiled rather perfunctorily. “No, sir, but I find Romsey very tedious, and I am very sure he will find me a dead bore, for I mean to see a good deal of Gideon, and you know that they could never agree! And I thought I might shoot at Manton’s, and look in at Tatt’s besides, and that sort of thing is not in Romsey’s line at all.”
“No, very true,” agreed Lord Lionel. “So you mean to buy another horse, do you? What is it you want? Something showy to lionize a bit, eh? You had best find out Belper, and desire him to go with you. Not that I mean to say you are not able to judge a horse for yourself, but Belper can advise you.”
The Duke was too thankful to have escaped the company of his clerical tutor to jeopardize his position by demurring at having his other bear-leader thrust upon him. Captain Belper might override him in the matter of choosing a horse, but he was not likely to moralize, and he would not be staying under the same roof as his erstwhile pupil, and so would not be able to keep his movements under strict surveillance.
“You will tell Scriven to draw on Child’s for whatever money you may require,” said Lord Lionel. “No need to trouble yourself about that. But as for staying in an hotel, certainly not, Gilly! I would not vouch for the way they air the sheets even at the Clarendon, and when yon have a very good house of your own it would be the height of absurdity not to use it. Borrowdale may go to London ahead of you—”