Sir Stephen nodded.
"All right. Wherever you like, my boy. We've still got some years of the Glenfare place. We'll go there. And, Stafford—do you ever remember that I am getting old?"
Stafford laughed and looked at the handsome face affectionately and with the admiration and pride with which a son regards a good-looking father.
"Yes; I suppose you must be nearly thirty, sir!"
Sir Stephen laughed, not ill-pleased at the retort.
"Seriously, Staff, I'm older than you think, and—er—Ah, well, we're all mortal! Do you think you could oblige me in a little matter—"
He paused.
Stafford looked at him with a half smile.
"Sounds as if you wanted to borrow money, sir. Anything I can do—"
Sir Stephen laughed.