“By God I would!”
“Well, you can’t,” said Gilly, sitting down again. “I’ve suddenly bethought me that if we changed places I should have Uncle Henry for my father, and although I don’t wish to offend you, Matt, I don’t want him.”
“Adolphus, you are three parts disguised!” said Gideon severely.
The Duke smiled at him, but shook his head. “No, I am quite sober. But Matt is right! I have twaddled enough! Matt escort me home through our perilous streets! Where are you putting up?”
“Reddish’s, but I don’t mind going along with you,” replied Matthew, draining his glass.
The Duke went out into the hall to pick up his coat. Gideon accompanied him, and helped him to put it on. “Come and dine with me tomorrow, Adolphus,” he said, I’ll have none of our cousins here to meet you.”
“Yes, I wanted to find you alone,” said Gilly.
“You shall, my little one. Eight o’clock. Do not cut your throat before then!”
“Gideon, Gideon, you don’t suppose that I shave myself, do you?” riposted Gilly, much shocked.