Jake wheeled sharply. "Don't do that here, Bunny! It's not decent."
Bunny stopped. "Oh, sorry, Jake! I forgot. But aren't you pleased, old feller? You don't look it. Or is it just decency on your part?"
"I'm pleased she's got enough to live on, yes," Jake said. "I don't know that a whole pile is specially good for anyone. And now look here, young chap! I'm going back directly after the funeral--I've got to go--and you're to stay and take care of her."
Bunny's face fell. "Oh, I say, Jake, I'd sooner come with you."
"That may be." Jake smiled momentarily. "But you've got to do as you're told. See?"
Bunny looked mutinous. "But she won't want me, Jake. She'll be much too busy. And this is such a beastly hole. And there's the hunting. You promised I might hunt these holidays. Oh, I can't stick here. I shall only be in the way." His eyes flashed sudden rebellion. "Can't and won't, Jake!" he said boldly, "so that's settled."
He stood and defied Jake openly for an instant, then flung round with a dogged air and walked away.
Jake remained motionless watching him. "Say, Bunny!" he said after a moment, his voice very soft and drawling.
Bunny came to a stand before the fire which he poked with considerable violence. He did not turn his head.
"Put that thing down!" The order came from the further end of the room, but he obeyed it.