He had his own reasons for this decision,
which he was not bound to communicate; but Henrietta Stackpole, to
whom he mentioned his intention, flattered herself that she guessed
them. She forebore to express them, however; she only said, after a
moment, as she sat by his sofa:
"I suppose you know you can't go alone?"
"I've no idea of doing that," Ralph answered. "I shall have people
with me."
"What do you mean by 'people'? Servants whom you pay?"
"Ah," said Ralph jocosely, "after all, they're human beings."
"Are there any women among them?" Miss Stackpole desired to know.
"You speak as if I had a dozen! No, I confess I haven't a
soubrette in my employment."
"Well," said Henrietta calmly, "you can't go to England that way.
You must have a woman's care."
"I've had so much of yours for the past fortnight that it will
last me a good while."
"You've not had enough of it yet. I guess I'll go with you," said
Henrietta.
"Go with me?" Ralph slowly raised himself from his sofa.
"Yes, I know you don't like me, but I'll go with you all the same.
It would be better for your health to lie down again."
Ralph looked at her a little; then he slowly relapsed.
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