“Yes, we might have a morning in the Old Park to-morrow,” said his father.
Colin looked at Violet as if she had called his attention to something.
“Yes, Vi, what?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, I thought you jogged my elbow. To-morrow, father? Oh, what a bore! I promised to play golf. But I shall be back by one if I go on my motor-bicycle. May I join you at that sharp corner in the road; that’s about half-way to the keeper’s lodge, and I could come on with you from there.”
“But that corner is at the far end of the Old Park,” said his father.
“Is it? The one I mean has a big rhododendron bush close to it. You know where I mean, Raymond. Is it at the far end?”
“Yes, that’s the far end,” said Raymond.
“I believe you’re right. Oh, of course you’re right, and I’m idiotic. It’s where I picked you up one day in the autumn when you had been after the pigeons.”
Colin applied himself to his dinner, and caught the others up.