"Adventure my foot. It's plain false pretences."
They wouldn't bother to look for him. They would be too relieved to have him out of their hair. He could duck without leaving a ripple.
"And leave a fortune behind?" said the voice.
" Yes, and leave a fortune behind. Who wants a fortune, anyhow?"
They would have his letter to insure them against any further nuisance from his side, and they would just let him go. He would write to that woman who, because she was kind, had kissed him before she was sure, and confess, and say he was sorry, and that would be that.
"And pass up the chance of owning a stud?"
"Who wants a stud? The world's lousy with horses."
"And you are going to own some, perhaps?"
"I may, some day. I may."
"Pigs may fly."