“Sons never are,” I agreed, with a grin.
“He’d have known what to do with a day and a half’s grace, and a passport put back in his hands.”
“Oh! You mean I should bolt?”
“Are you going to make an egregious young ass of yourself again?”
“It looks like it to you, no doubt,” I said, a little sheepishly.
“Umph. There’s a train west at midnight.”
There was a long pause. “Do you think my father would have bolted?” I asked.
He pursed his lips and frowned. “Is she so much to you?”
“She is the one woman in the world to me.”
He appeared to expect the answer and yet to regret it. “Then, of course, you’ll stay. You see what it means?”