You know my wife?
What am I saying? Of course you do. Never an unkind word from her,
never one. How many men can say that? The best woman living,
Greenacre."
"You keep forgetting who I am," said his guest bluntly.
Lord Polperro gave him a look of surprise, and with effort cleared
his thoughts.
"Ah, I called you Greenacre. Excuse me, Gammon, my wife's friend. Be
her friend still, a better woman doesn't live, believe me. You will
lunch with me, Gammon. We are to have a long talk. And I want you to
go with me to my solicitor's. I must settle that to-day. I thought
Greenacre would be back. The fact is, you know, I must recover my
health. The south of Europe, Greenacre thinks, and I agree with him.
A place where we can live quietly, my wife and the little girl, no
one to bother us or to gossip. She shall know when we get there, not
before. This climate is bad for me, killing me; in fact, I hope to
start in a few days, just us three, I and my wife and the little
girl. She shall use the title if she likes, if not we'll leave it
behind us.
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