“Yes,” said Dennis.
“Why don’t you cry then?” asked Colin.
“I don’t choose to.”
Colin sat down on the grass and lit a cigarette.
“Well, there’s another pleasure in store for you,” he said. “I’m going to Capri to-morrow, and your mother says you think you’re coming with me. That’s an error on your part—that’s all.”
“Yes,” said Dennis again. He walked to where his clothes lay on a bench and began dressing.
“Aren’t you going on with your bathe?” asked Colin. “It will take the sting out.”
“No, Father, I’ve finished,” said Dennis.
Colin began taking his clothes off.
“Going to sulk, I suppose,” he said. “But please yourself.”