"I won't have my house burglariously entered by anybody," he said, "Uncle Francis or another. I shall tell him so."
"As you will," said Geoffrey, inwardly anxious that he should not.
"Then I shall not tell him so," said Harry, "and I sha'n't tell him that I know about the secret passage. But next time he tries to use it, he shall find no candle there. I've a good mind to block the place up, Geoff."
"Oh, don't do that! 'Tisn't fair on me."
"I shall do exactly as I damn please!" said Harry. "We'll be finding it full of kitchen maids next. No, I can't block it up before I've shown it Evie. But I shall go there every day and take away his candle if he puts fresh ones. Lord, I got quite heated about it!"
"That's right," said Geoffrey; "don't be sat upon by anybody."
"Anyhow you'd better not try," said Harry viciously.
He continued quarter-decking about the room for a few times in silence, and his annoyance subsided.
"And the old fellow really came down because he had a presentiment about me," he went on. "Geoff, that's an odd thing now. It looks as if the Luck touched more than me; it gave Uncle Francis a hint of what it was doing. You know the Luck's getting on; it is making more reasonable attempts on me. Do you think I've been encouraging it too much? Perhaps I have; we won't drink its health to-night."
"I would if I were you," said Geoffrey. "Perhaps in that way you have put the old thing in a good temper. Well, keep it up; it can't avoid having shots at you, but it always manages to miss."