"I don't know. I can't leave my sister."
"But you can take her with you. It would be a pity to throw up your career just when everything looks so promising."
They were not far from Redpale now. The sunset was creeping over the sky—only the east before them was dark, banked high with thundery vapour. Nigel could still hear Tony speaking, as if in a kind of dream. His thoughts were busy elsewhere.
"Won't you?" repeated Tony for the second time.
"Won't I what?"
"Go back to London, and make yourself famous."
"I don't see much chance of that."
"But I do—and so will you when you're not so unhappy. Now, to please me, won't you promise to go back to London and make yourself a great career? You and I used to be friends once—I hope we're friends still—and I shall always be interested in everything you do. I expect to see your name in a very high place some day. Now, for my sake, promise to go back."
"For your sake...."