This was not at all what he had expected. He thought of Deleah in a
flash. If Deleah would marry him and go with him, the very thing!
"You haven't been about the world very much," the brother went on.
"Neither have I, you will say. But I can't be spared. You--perhaps--can.
We will try, at any rate, to carry on the business without you."
Reggie, accepting the remark in all seriousness, nodded a solemn head in
silence.
"You might even combine business with pleasure, which I am sure would meet
with your approval."
"When do you want me to go? I can't be ready for some little time."
"Why not? If you go at all I want you to go at once."
"What do you call at once?"
"Next week, at latest."
Reggie shook his head. He couldn't be sure of Deleah in that time. How
long would it take to get married, he wondered.
"No, thank you. I really don't care for it. I couldn't possibly get away
so soon."
"Why not?"
"There are the Widdimouth races next week, and I've booked several
engagements for the week after."
"The fact is I want you to get away for a time, Reggie. This place is all
very well if you've got a business or a profession to attend to, but
simply to idle away your time here isn't healthy.
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