"Can't you wait a month and see us through the October shooting?"
Edgerton stepped nearer.
"I would, merely because you ask me, but I can't. I just want to get away quietly, and not bother anybody.... I've broken my arm."
Mr. Rivett swung sharply and his eye-glasses glittered.
"Which?" he demanded.
"The left.... I'll just run down to town and have it fixed up. Don't say anything about it until I've left."
"Won't you stay here and let us look after you?"
"I knew you'd say that. You've been very nice to me. Ask me again as a guest. I'll be glad to come as a friend if you care for me that way."
Mr. Rivett's unchanging eyes watched him.
"We'll ask you. My wife likes you. So do I.... I don't want to interfere with a man who knows his own mind.... But do you think you can stand the journey?"