I've had a good time, as I believe,
sir, they say in your country. But I look around me'--here
Farrell looked again and almost theatrically around the feast of
Comus--'and I say that, be it never so homely, give me Wimbledon
to wind up. You and me, Doctor--or, as I might say, you and I,
are for home, after all--and the old cooking. Our ways
henceforth may lie separate; but we've a bond in common and any
time you care to look me up at Wimbledon I shall be most happy.
We'll crack a bottle to our travels.'
"'Right,' I agreed. 'Caffyn, will you make a note of at too?'
"'And Mr. Caffyn--at any time--Goes without saying,' pursued
Farrell.
"'Right,' agreed Caffyn."
"That was yesterday, Roddy. This morning, as ever is, Farrell
and I started, according to programme, for Versailles. I could
see that his mind had been running on Caffyn's words; that he
was dying to get back to Wimbledon; yes, and almost dying to be
quit of me.
"I had been waiting for this. I had known that the moment would
come, and wondered a score of times that it took so long in
coming.
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