“Because he won’t complicate things, as a young man would do.”
“Mr. Churchill is twenty-five,” Nancy remarked a little severely.
“We call that rather young up here. Will he stop long?”
“A day or two.”
Brock helped himself to marmalade.
“And he comes, next Friday?”
“Yes.”
“Right, oh! See that he gets out of the way by Monday. The Maple Leaf is quite full enough, as it is.”
“But he is going to the Chateau,” Nancy explained.
“Lucky fellow to have money enough! In his place, I should probably have to seek the Lower Town. What are you going to do with him?”