"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know," he said, and then he got up and gave the bag a kick which, landing on a bat, hurt his toe. "You're the best fellow in the world, Godfrey, but you don't understand."
"There is something odd the matter with you, or you wouldn't say that. We don't say things like that to each other."
"Won't you come down to Cornwall?"
"No, I won't."
"Is Ward going to stay with you?"
"My people have asked him."
"And is he going?"
"He seems to think he is. I told him the boat was rotten and the cob fat, and that there was nothing on earth to do," I added most stupidly, but I had no idea then that any one could really be troubled by things which had never affected me in the least.
"And he is going all the same," Fred said, and he did not look a bit more cheerful.