She was a little suspicious of his meaning, but she had to take it at its best. She rose and put a hand on his arm.
"Out of my way, Alexander, if you want breakfast. Why did you get up so early on a Saturday?"
"Ask the sun."
"Shall I give you a dark curtain?"
"No; I'll go without sleep rather than have my window blinded. What would I do when I waked in the night if I couldn't see my hills?"
"Sleep again the sooner, perhaps. No wonder I can't make my candles last. Alec, you're not to touch a book to-day."
"Come for a walk with me, then."
"Get Janet."
"No, she can't walk like you. Come."
"I mustn't." His flattery loosened her tongue. "He wouldn't like it. Go and get dressed, my son. I'll have your porridge heated in ten minutes."