“But you’ve been wild to go, and I promised you should when you got through college.”
“Ah, but I didn’t mean to go alone!” and Laurie walked fast through the room, with an expression which it was well his grandfather did not see.
“I don’t ask you to go alone; there’s someone ready and glad to go with you, anywhere in the world.”
“Who, sir?” stopping to listen.
“Myself.”
Laurie came back as quickly as he went, and put out his hand, saying huskily—
“I’m a selfish brute; but—you know—grandfather—”
“Lord help me, yes, I do know, for I’ve been through it all before, once in my own young days, and then with your father. Now, my dear boy, just sit quietly down, and hear my plan. It’s all settled, and can be carried out at once,” said Mr. Laurence, keeping hold of the young man, as if fearful that he would break away, as his father had done before him.
“Well, sir, what is it?” and Laurie sat down, without a sign of interest in face or voice.
“There is business in London that needs looking after; I meant you should attend to it; but I can do it better myself, and things here will get on very well with Brooke to manage them. My partners do almost everything; I’m merely holding on till you take my place, and can be off at any time.”
“But you hate travelling, sir; I can’t ask it of you at your age,” began Laurie, who was grateful for the sacrifice, but much preferred to go alone, if he went at all.