“But, Roland, you cannot go out without money. There’ll be your outfit and your passage; and you can’t land with empty pockets.”
“As to an outfit,” said Roland, “you must not run your head upon such a one as George had. A few new shirts, and a pair or two of waterproof boots—that will be about all I shall want. I remember shirts and waterproof boots were mentioned by Bagshaw. What I shall chiefly want to buy will be tools, and household utensils: frying-pans, and items of that sort.”
“Frying-pans!” ejaculated Lady Augusta.
“I am sure frying-pans were mentioned,” answered Roland. “Perhaps it was only one, though, for private use. I’ll hunt up Bagshaw’s list, and look it over.”
“And where’s the money to come from?” repeated my lady.
“I shall get it of Lord Carrick. I know he’ll give me what I want. I often talked to him about Port Natal when he was here.”
“I had a letter from him to-day,” said Lady Augusta. “He will be returning to Ireland next week.”
“Will he, though?” uttered Roland, aroused by the information. “I have no time to lose, then.”
“Well, Roland I must hear more about this to-morrow, and consider it over,” said my lady, rising to retire. “I have not said yet you are to go, mind.”
“I shall go, whether you say it or not,” replied frank Roland. “And when I come home with my pockets lined, a rich man for life, the first thing I’ll buy shall be a case of diamonds for you.”