"Young fellow--must have money--necessary--now and then,"
muttered Sir Richard.

At this juncture, with a discreet knock, the butler appeared to
announce that Sir Richard's horse was waiting. Hereupon the
baronet, somewhat hastily, caught up his hat and gloves, and I
followed him out of the house and down the steps.

Sir Richard drew on his gloves, thrust his toe into the stirrup,
and then turned to look at me over his arm.

"Peter," said he.

"Sir Richard?" said I.

"Regarding your walking tour--"

"Yes?"

"I think it's all damned tomfoolery!" said Sir Richard. After
saying which he swung himself into the saddle with a lightness
and ease that many younger might have envied.

"I'm sorry for that, sir, because my mind is set upon it."

"With ten guineas in your pocket!"

"That, with due economy, should be ample until I can find some
means to earn more."