It is about that I'm going, you know." "Then if you don't mind, I am coming with you." Lewis stared, incredulous.
"It's quite true.

I am serious enough.

I am doing nothing at the Bar, and I want to travel, proper travelling, where you are not coddled with railways and hotels." "But it's hideously risky, and probably very arduous and thankless.

You will tire of it in a week." "I won't," said George, "and in any case I'll make my book for that.
You must let me come, Lewie.

I simply couldn't stand your going off alone." "But I may have to leave you.