"Don't you think it would be a good plan?" asked Mrs. Fabian ingratiatingly.
All Edgar's cynicism was not proof against allowing some satisfaction to appear in the prospect of leaving the office routine and pursuing the line of work which had genuinely captured his interest.
"Yes, I don't mind," he answered. "Kath going with you?"
"Yes, and Philip Sidney,—just for a short visit."
Edgar shrugged his shoulders.
"You can imagine the heat of that stable room," suggested Mrs. Fabian.
"Tophet, I suppose," agreed Edgar. "All right. I'll go." The even teeth had been set many times since last evening in the prospect of a tête-à-tête existence with his father.
"I wish we might go on all together, but, of course, not knowing, I didn't engage a berth for you."
"I'll go on the day train," responded Edgar; adding with his customary grace, "I never was keen for travelling in caravans anyway."