"Is there haste for you to return to London?"
"Haste—every hour I remain out of it I feel I am gaining something!"
"Then why hurry back?" asked Allan in his hospitable generosity. "Why go back? Lord Gowerhurst is eager for his Club, his billiards, his cards, his manservant. My father and his friends have their businesses, but you—why go back?"
Scarsdale murmured something about imposing himself—Allan laughed.
"Stay and believe me we shall be glad—Kathleen will be glad to hear that you are staying awhile with us—come, you will stay, eh?"
"It would give me more pleasure than you can know!" Scarsdale said.
Allan laughed, for him there was no double meaning in the other man's words.
He had gained his point, his host had asked him to remain on indefinitely, for days, weeks even, there would be no time limit now.
"It is good of you, Homewood—you don't realise how I appreciate it—my opportunities of seeing home life, such as this, are not many!"
"But the lady you hope to marry?" Allan asked.