“I hope we do, Mr. Hargreave,” said the old gentleman, turning to me warmly. “I shall certainly take your advice and try Madrid for a few weeks.”
“Yes, do. You’ll like it, I’m sure,” his host assured him, and then we drove away.
“When are you going to Spain?” Mr. Lloyd asked me as he sat at my side on our way to Thirsk station.
“I really don’t know,” was my evasive reply. “Mr. Rayne has not yet fixed the date.”
“Well, here’s my address,” he said, handing me a card with his name and “Reform Club” on it. “I wish you’d write me when your journey is fixed and perhaps we might travel together. I’d be most delighted to have you as my companion on the journey.”
I took the card, thanked him, and promised that I would let him know the date of my departure.