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A brave young man is fired from the family business by his millionaire uncle. Embittered, he accidentally meets a girl who is fleeing her engagement to a duke and seems to be looking for the same thing as him: a day off. They will live a great adventure together and discover that despite their differences they can be soul mates.
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Chapter 1
George Dundas stood in the City of London meditating. All about him toilers and moneymakers surged and flowed like an enveloping tide. But George, beautifully dressed, his trousers exquisitely creased; took no heed of them. He was busy thinking what to do next.
Something had occurred! Between George and his rich uncle (Ephraim Leadbetter of the firm of Leadbetter and Gilling) there had been what is called in a lower walk of life “words.” To be strictly accurate, the words had been almost entirely on Mr Leadbetter’s side. They had flowed from his lips in a steady stream of bitter indignation, and the fact that they consisted almost entirely of repetition did not seem to have worried him. To say a thing once beautifully and then let it alone was not one of Mr Leadbetter’s mottoes.
The theme was a simple one - the criminal folly and wickedness of a young man, who has his way to make, taking a day off in the middle of the week without even asking leave. Mr Leadbetter, when he had said everything he could think of and several things twice, paused for breath and asked George what he meant by it. George replied simply that he had felt he wanted a day off. A holiday, in fact. And what, Mr Leadbetter wanted to know, were Saturday afternoon and Sunday? To say nothing of Whitsuntide, not long past, and August Bank Holiday to come?
George said he didn’t care for Saturday afternoons, Sundays or Bank Holidays. He meant a real day, when it might be possible to find some spot where half London was not assembled already. Mr Leadbetter then said that he had done his best by his dead sister’s son - nobody could say he hadn’t given him a chance. But it was plain that it was no use. And in future George could have five real days with Saturday and Sunday added to do with as he liked.
“The golden ball of opportunity has been thrown up for you, my boy,” said Mr Leadbetter in a last touch of poetical fancy. “And you have failed to grasp it.”
