“I suppose it wouldn’t be quite the thing.”
The answer was made so seriously that Philip was tickled.
“Besides it would be rotten for your nerves,” he said gravely.
Albert Price concluded that he had better go back to London by the four o’clock train, and presently he took leave of Philip.
“Well, good-bye, old man,” he said. “I tell you what, I’ll try and come over to Paris again one of these days and I’ll look you up. And then we won’t ‘alf go on the razzle.”