“Wait! Er—wait, my boy! You are so impetuous! We might arrange something.”
“I won’t go to that bally ranch.”
“No, no! No, no, my boy! I would not suggest it. I would not for a moment suggest it. I—I think——”
He seemed to have a bit of a struggle with himself. “I—I think that, on the whole, it would be best if you returned with me to England. I—I might—in fact, I think I see my way to doing—to—I might be able to utilize your services in some secretarial position.”
“I shouldn’t mind that.”
“I should not be able to offer you a salary, but, as you know, in English political life the unpaid secretary is a recognized figure——”
“The only figure I’ll recognize,” said Bicky firmly, “is five hundred quid a year, paid quarterly.”
“My dear boy!”
“Absolutely!”
“But your recompense, my dear Francis, would consist in the unrivalled opportunities you would have, as my secretary, to gain experience, to accustom yourself to the intricacies of political life, to—in fact, you would be in an exceedingly advantageous position.”