"Couldn't you go to-morrow night and still take her home?"
Again he muttered, his eyes on the ground. "Why waste a day?"
"If, as you say, you want a change—supposing you were to go off somewhere for a bit—wouldn't you like somebody with you?"
"No, George," he answered curtly.
"You are going away?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Immediately?"
"Yes."
"Where to?"
"I don't know yet."