But--it would be lonely.

Quite true.

Why should you be lonely?
And so I am going to lay my hands on some pleasant and companionable young fellow who will go with you for his expenses.

An Oxford man, eh?
Fresh from Alma Mater with a taste for pictures and statuettes and that sort of thing! Upon my word, I envy you, Mr.Hine.

If I were young, bless me, if I wouldn't throw my bonnet over the mill, as after a few weeks in La Ville Lumiere you will be saying, and go with you.