"I do give my entire mind to Cæsar," said Clifford, junior.
"Very well; now go on and try again. But remember that Cæsar wants all your mind." As he said this he was revolving in his own mind how he would face the Doctor when the Doctor should look at him in his wrath. If the Doctor were in any degree harsh with him, he would hold his own against the Doctor as far as the personal contest might go. At twelve the boys went out for an hour before their dinner, and Lord Carstairs asked him to play a game of rackets.
"Not to-day, my Lord," he said.
"Is anything wrong with you?"
"Yes, something is very wrong." They had strolled out of the building, and were walking up and down the gravel terrace in front when this was said.
"I knew something was wrong, because you called me my Lord."
"Yes, something is so wrong as to alter for me all the ordinary ways of my life. But I wasn't thinking of it. It came by accident,—just because I am so troubled."
"What is it?"
"There has been a man here,—a man whom I knew in America."
"An enemy?"