“We shall get away from the place to-day,” said George. “If I stopped in it I should come to the dogs.”
“Nothing of the sort,” cried Mr. Verrall. “Luck is safe to turn some time. It’s like the tide, it has its time for flowing in, and its time for flowing out; once let it turn, and it comes rushing in all one way. But, what do you mean about going? Your wife is not well enough to travel yet.”
“Yes she is,” was George’s answer. “Quite well enough.”
“Of course you know best. I think you should consider——”
“Verrall, I should consider my wife’s health and safety before any earthly thing,” interrupted George. “We might have started to-day, had we liked: I speak of the day that has gone: the doctor said yesterday that she was well enough to travel.”
“I was not aware of that. I shall remain here a week longer.”
“And I shall be away before to-morrow night.”
“Not you,” cried Mr. Verrall.
“I shall: if I keep in the mind I am in now.”
Mr. Verrall smiled. He knew George was not famous for keeping his resolutions. In the morning, when his smarting should be over, he would stay on, fast enough. They wished each other good night, and George turned into his hotel.