“Almost a pity that I did not show self-pitying, Charlie.”
“Almost! You stay faithful to your young lady, Peter. Far better for a man of your stamp. Can’t have you feeling guilty – more’s the pity!”
He laughed, the first real outburst of mirth since he had woken in hospital.
“I start work on Wednesday. The bank is taking the lead in the building of a modern oil refinery and I am to be the, what would you call it? The gangmaster?”
“You will do well, Peter. Knighthood for services to industry inside ten years, peerage in twenty. A millionaire before you retire as a great man.”
“What of you, Charlie?”
“Oh, I shall smile at your wedding and design the bride’s gown – well, Adele will, in fact, but I shall be seen as the couturier. A few years and it will be a place in the States, of a certainty. I shall then become very American – six husbands and a divorce every second year! Don’t fear for me, my Peter!”
“I might even envy you the wild life instead, Charlie.”
“No. You have had your mad days and have come out the other side. I doubt I shall achieve your happy ending – but it will be fun getting somewhere near. Toodle-oo, old pip! I have things to do, and so do you!”
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