The two sisters immediately relinquished all idea of bringing him home.
"But if we let him stay in London, he'll be bankrupt in a month!" cried Andrew desperately.
"What the deuce is to be done?"
They pondered for a few minutes in silence, and then Mrs. Ramornie exclaimed, with an inspired air—
"He must go abroad!"
"And how are you going to manage that?" inquired Andrew.
"You've got to go and take him."
"Me!" he cried. "But—but, dash it, Maggie, he'll never go with me."
"You will have to dissemble a little, of course; pretend you want a holiday too, and take him to—to, well, we must look up some inexpensive French watering-place."
Gertrude smiled her approval.