"Well, have you made up your mind?"
It was Tony Riggleton's voice, and he felt like a man wakened out of a trance.
"Yes."
"Good. You take me on, eh? We'll be pals, and you'll stay on here as my steward?"
"No."
"What are you going to do, then?"
"I'm going to London."
"To London, eh? But when?"
"To-night."
"To-night! Well, I'm——But—but, all right. I'll drive you there in my car, and we'll make a night of it."