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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Thanks, Nelton, I'm well as well. So is Master Lewis. Got his room ready? Show him the bath." Lewis, looking upon Nelton, suddenly remembered a little room in the Sul Americano at Bahia. He felt sure that when Nelton opened his mouth it would be to say, "Will you be wearing the white flannels to-night, sir, or the dinner-jacket?"
"Told you they was all right. William be a keerful driver." Nelton raised his eyes slowly. They lit, with wonder. "Mr. Leighton," he cried, "Master Lewis, are you safe? "Quite safe, Nelton," said Leighton. "Why?" Nelton mutely held out Lew's hat and jerked his head back at the wrecked canopy. "Oh, yes," said Leighton, nodding; "we dropped those. Thank you for picking them up.
"The chances, my boy, are one hundred to one that the lady's out of town." When Nelton came back with an answer, Leighton scarcely stopped to open it. "Come on, boy," he called, and was off. By the time Lewis reached the street, his father was stepping into a cab. Lewis scrambled after him. "Doesn't seem proper, Dad, to rush through a graveyard this way." "Graveyard? It isn't a graveyard any more.
On the following day, while Leighton and Lewis were sorting out their things and Nelton was packing, Leighton said: "Nelton, you'd better go back to London with Mr. Lewis." "Beg your pardon, sir," said Nelton from the depths of a trunk, "but I'd like to go with you, sir." "Where to?" asked Leighton, surprised. "Africa?" "Yes, sir, Africa, sir."
His bulging eyes watched the stranger as he sauntered leisurely back to his seat, then they turned to Lewis. "What do you think of that?" they asked. Lewis held out his hand for the card and glanced at the name. "Nelton," he said, "you've made a mistake. Better go over and tell the old boy you've reconsidered his proposition. I'll fix it up with dad. You'll be able to retire in three years."
"No," said Leighton, smiling; there's no money in this trip. Why were you at his beck and call?" "Model," said Vi, coolly. "He's been doing me." "Doing you!" said Leighton, looking at her curiously. "There, there," said Vi, "don't let your imagination run away with you. Not in the nude. By the way, can you let me have the key? I left something in the studio, and I didn't like to go to Nelton."
"Please, sir," he said, "I've taken the liberty of packing my bags, too, thank, you, sir. I thought, sir, since you're both going, the flat might be locked up." "Well," said Leighton, "I suppose it might for once. Where are you off to?" "Why, with you, sir. If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to see this America." Leighton smiled. "Come along, by all means, Nelton," he said.
By lunch-time Leighton's high spirits were on the decline, by four o'clock they had struck bottom. He kept walking to the windows, only to turn his back quickly on what he saw. At last he said: "D'you know what a 'hundred to one shot' is?" "No, sir," said Lewis. "Well," said Leighton, "watch me play one." He sat down, wrote a hurried note, and sent it out by Nelton.
Leighton crossed to the door and held it open. "Good-by," said Folly to him, holding out her hand. "I've had such a good time." At the word "such," Leighton winced and flushed. Then he grinned. "Good-by, Folly," he said. "I hope you'll come again when you're feeling more like yourself." He closed the door and then rang for Nelton. Nelton came.
Despite the fact that he had not written telling Lewis he was coming, he felt a great chagrin at finding the flat deserted except for the ever-faithful Nelton. "Where's the boy?" was Leighton's first question. Even as he stepped across the threshold he felt that he stepped into an empty house. "South America," said Nelton, relieving his master of hat, stick, and gloves.
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