“Then if you don’t mind, I am coming with you.”
Lewis stared, incredulous.
“It’s quite true. I am serious enough. I am doing nothing at the Bar, and I want to travel, proper travelling, where you are not coddled with railways and hotels.”
“But it’s hideously risky, and probably very arduous and thankless. You will tire of it in a week.”
“I won’t,” said George, “and in any case I’ll make my book for that. You must let me come, Lewie. I simply couldn’t stand your going off alone.”
“But I may have to leave you. There are places where one can go when two can’t.”
“When you come to that sort of place I’ll stay behind. I’ll be quite under your orders.”
“Well, at any rate take some time to think over it.”
“Bless you, I don’t want time to think over it,” cried George. “I know my own mind. It’s the chance I’ve been waiting on for years.”
“Thanks tremendously then, my dear chap,” said Lewis, very ill at ease. “It’s very good of you. I must wire at once to Tommy.”